Re: No Courtesy on the water.....
I have been both the tower and towee.
First time was as a towee. I was probably about 13 to 14 years old, and was with a friend about the same age. We had taken the friends rowboat with a 60's vintage Evinrude 6 horse diagonally across the lake to the fuel dock to fill up a tank. When we got there, we were directed to the shallow part of the fuel dock, and not knowing the depth, grazed the prop on the sandy bottom. My friends dad had used a brass pin for the prop pin, and the shock of the prop hitting the bottom was enough to sheer the soft brass. When we finished fueling up, I started the motor, and realized I was "stuck in neutral". Can't remember if we had a pair of oars on board, but even if we did, it would have been a blister raising row back to the other shore. Luckally one of the other fuel dock patrons gave us a tow back. Of course being that young age, I didn't have much money to offer him, but made sure I thanked him for his efforts.
The other time was as the tower. I had just swam out to the Glastron, and was going to take it out for a little run. Coming towards me while hugging the moorings was a lady in a 12' aluminum row boat with what looked like an outboard from the 30's hanging on the back. She was pulling a 18-20' bow rider with either her husband or friend on board (can't remember), and it was looking pretty ugly. Even barely moving along, the tow rope was going taught and slack. Every time she took the slack out of the line, her little boat would jerk around, and she was getting shaken up pretty good.
Now by some peoples standards on here, there was no need to offer assistance, just crack a beer and enjoy the water right?
I yelled out if they wanted a tow. They were being polite, and said they are already towing the boat, but I insisted, and they agreed. The destination for the boat was a couple miles down shore at the town boat ramp where the trailer for the boat was. I hooked up, raised the engine up to 1200 and towed him down. It was 30 minutes of my life that I don't regret. He offered to mail me a check, but I refused and told him the fuel gauge didn't even move during the tow (which it didn't).
One of the motto's in life that I personally subscribe to is s*** happens. Perhaps the gentleman with the dead boat was a neglectful owner. Or for all I know, he was a Volvo Penta master technician who forgot his crystal ball to predict any number of the things that could go wrong, that aren't checked during annual maintence, and will leave you stranded.
I don't know, and couldn't care less. I'm not going to use the self-serving cop-out that they should have known, or had been better prepared to excuse my self from offering to help out.