every time i think I've got things just right and am ready to just enjoy boating on teh local waterways, I look up and I'm covered in fiberglass dust, smell like styrene and have epoxy and paint all over me and have no idea how I got there. I just can't seem to stop...
Today, I'm out there redoing the interior paint in my main (significantly overpowered) bow rider cruising and ski boat, getting ready to pull the engine, drop the heads off to be ported, order a different cam, redo the engine compartment, install the rest of the new interior on the way back together, maybe carefully blueprint and even widen the pad, etc...
and then I'm going through the last of the remnants of the local boaters world to pick up some epoxy primer (primekote, $9 a gallon!) and I buy another several gallons of epoxy, microbaloons, paint, etc, etc, etc... and find myslef planning to cut into the giant aussie boat that somehow wound up in my backyard last week after one of my boating blackouts...
I'm having dreams of cutting the deck out with a circular saw so I can find as many rotten stringers as possible, figure out ways to add additional strength, repair the fuel tank that the previous owner had quit using for some reason, raise the deck a little add scuppers and seal the cockpit off to make it self bailing, fix the booboos on the hull, and repaint the whole thing...
whatever is wrong with me? How do I stop?
Today, I'm out there redoing the interior paint in my main (significantly overpowered) bow rider cruising and ski boat, getting ready to pull the engine, drop the heads off to be ported, order a different cam, redo the engine compartment, install the rest of the new interior on the way back together, maybe carefully blueprint and even widen the pad, etc...
and then I'm going through the last of the remnants of the local boaters world to pick up some epoxy primer (primekote, $9 a gallon!) and I buy another several gallons of epoxy, microbaloons, paint, etc, etc, etc... and find myslef planning to cut into the giant aussie boat that somehow wound up in my backyard last week after one of my boating blackouts...
I'm having dreams of cutting the deck out with a circular saw so I can find as many rotten stringers as possible, figure out ways to add additional strength, repair the fuel tank that the previous owner had quit using for some reason, raise the deck a little add scuppers and seal the cockpit off to make it self bailing, fix the booboos on the hull, and repaint the whole thing...
whatever is wrong with me? How do I stop?
..Drewpter..thats funny..