Yesterday three boaters were outside my boat, admiringly talking about my fly bridges new paint job. The trio, all boaters but former body shop owner, trucker and an engineer. I suddenly popped up from my settee, stepped out onto the dock and joined them. The body shop guy couldn’t believe at what an amazing job my fiberglass tub refinishers did at masking the surrounding area such as the chrome grab rails.
The trucker commented, I need these guys on my boat “now”. I was pleased as can be, as the boat owner and glad that this one unplanned project was accomplished, otherwise most comments might’ve been similar to, “what a nice boat , great looking hardtop but it sure looks like he has has a long ways yet to go.
As the Western Flyer now sits, the average guy can’t tell the difference between a finished and unfinished boat, other than seeing a few scratches and some faded paint.
Then suddenly the engineer comments, how will the uv rays of S Cal and Mexico affect the new paint job when the boat goes south this August. Naturally, only an engineer is capable of coming up with such forward thinking.
Then suddenly I remember an old joke about a trucker, auto body guy and an engineer playing golf. The engineer can’t stand it waiting behind a slow group of golfers.
What’s with these guys? We’re tired of waiting says the auto body guy. The trucker says, here comes the groundskeeper, we’ll get em to move or kicked off the course or worse.
The groundskeeper tells them that the other golfers are a group of blind firefighters who lost their sight saving the boathouse from a fire and that they come and play for free whenever they want. The group is silent for a moment.
The trucker says, “That’s so sad. I will say a special prayer for them tonight.
“The body shop guy says, “Good idea. I’m going to contact the Fire Chief and paint their fire truck red.
“The engineer also comments, “Why can’t these guys play at night?”