Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll let you all know now the 24 would not have got nearly as much attention if it wasn’t sitting next to the nicest Cigarette on the planet (I’m sure Chris, seabuddy stuffing the ballet box didn't hurt either. Lol.).
I kind of feel like it was a race weekend or something. All the prep work was done and it was time to run what you brung until it was done.
Burned about 45 gallons of gas (most ever of any year), everyone got a taste of the throttles firewalled (even if it was with the wrong prop), fell in the boat and did something to my ankle that it now has a bump it didn’t before, something sounds a bit of a miss with the rear motor, looks like the Exxon Valdese crashed in my bilge, seems like the drive line got louder (had to do too much slow stuff),on way home a guy at a stop light runs up to the truck to tell me I have a trailer brake that is smoking, pull over on the side of RT-50 to adjust the adjuster all the way off, no brakes on that side and the trailer now wants to pull the truck sideways every time I have to stop, total ass in front of me for 20 miles in stop and go traffic (stopping short by 50 yards, weaving, etc, etc), get home and all the grease seeps out of the second brake drum axel and onto my driveway (whole brake set up is like brand new) and as I’m getting 3 days of St Michaels off the boat I notice this. Think I found out where some of the water is coming from.
Tomorrow I’ll go inside and asses the damages but you know what? It was all worth it. Ferd got his second ride after 30 years (the first one was with a single sick motor). He is now saying the 427 Fords need to go back in the boat and seemed eager for it to happen. Hummmm…. Chris got a ride. Wasn’t keeping him out of it. Duck Hunter got a ride and we got to watch him rescue a little bird from drowning and return it to its nest (ya a guy with a screen name of DuckHunter did that). I got to act stupid with the boat with the idea that at one point I would have to be towed back to the dock that never happened. And last but not least they shot the boat for our chapter’s calendar. Glass never made the cover, fingers are crossed.
Now that it’s 11 at night, the garage is shut down, everything is put away and I’m sitting in my own basement I can’t wait for next year. This don’t hurt either and no that's not my Natty Bo.
Thanks again folks and trust me when I say without a lot of you these awards would have never happen.