I left my plug out one time...got over to the boat landing, sat in line for 20 minutes watching the entertainment until our turn. Halfway down the ramp I realized I hadn't put it back in....pulled back out and left. We only live 5 blocks away, so 10 minutes later I get to sit in line again.... good thing they weren't charg'n for the entertainment.
My biggest dock blunder was with my 30' Chaparral Villain. Bought it in the Nov 89, took one test run and winterized it.... now the long wait for Spring.
Spring arrives, the boat comes out of storage and off to the local landing we go. Back then there were only two other go fast boats on our waters.... two Scarab IIIs and my Villain made three. Thru hull exhaust at the time was almost as rare. Needless to say, anytime a boat with that Cigarette/Drug Runner look (thank you Miami Vice) pulled into a dock, a crowd would gather.... instant celeb. That day was no different except instead of being part of the crowd of onlookers, my friend Mark and I were the center of attention and about to have a humbling experience.
The landing has 8 ramps and all were in use.... busy day.
We pull into line and start prep'n the boat.... a crowd starts to gather.
A ramp opens and I back in.... the crowd gets larger.
All eyes are on us and I'm think'n.... I may just be the man.
After a little production of check'n things over I fire number one.... the crowd is pleased.
After a very obvious check of the gauges, I fire number two.... the crowd is in awe and
I'm Don Frick'n Johnson.
After another important check of the gauges I raise the electric engine hatch to make a visual check. Like a flight crew on a fighter jet, I check everything so the crowd has plenty of time to check out those big Black monsters.
Now it's time to give the crowd the show they've been wait'n for.
I slide the shifters into reverse, ease the throttles and....nothing. :huh:
Hmm...drives must not have engaged right. (first boat with sticks)
I shift back to neutral, shift into reverse again, ease the throttles.... nothing...WTF
I try one more time and still nothing.... the crowd looks concerned.
Out of desperation and pride on the line I give the throttles a nudge and the boat creeps ever so slightly...forward.
Oh...by the way, did I mention that I had taken the props off for winter storage and put them back on prior to heading for the landing?
Yup, that's what I did all right.
Are ya start'n to see a pattern here?
I shift to forward, ease the throttles a bit and sure enough we start to back off the bunks.... the crowd looks pleased again.
I give Mark a "How do we bullsh!t our way out of this one" look and with my best poker face (which sucks at best) I announce to Mark over the rumble of those big Black bastids that are drawing all this stupid attention, I don't like how sloppy the shifters are work'n and want to put it back on the trailer to tweek'm..... the crowd is disappointed.
Back on the trailer, we head for a discrete corner of the lot to swap the props.:leaving:
You guessed it…. the crowd followed.
