Side note. No Glastron update, but maybe of interest to some. Grab a Cohiba, or glass of wine, or whatever floats your boat and sit right back and hear a tale.
I like the 'yacht lifestyle'. As I write this, I'm in the salon of my 42' yacht, in a marina with three ACs running, a frosty malted beverage, and some Floyd of the Pink variety on the 8 speaker stereo. The hidden TV is popped out of its weasel hole and sportscenter is giving me the scores on the days baseball doings.
Yes, my friend I do indeed like the yacht lifestyle. Yesterday morning was a bit hectic, we got the keys, and found the boat with no AC running and the seacocks closed. Grrrrr, I hate that broker for doing that. Dipshit. But, we got the seacocks open, the ACs running, the fridge on, and after a few hours, all was right with the world. Sleeping on a boat has never bothered me and I crashed out until almost 9 this am. Had some fluffy eggs, and did some reconnoitering around the place. There's the fuel dock, pump out station, manned from 6-9 every day. We've got an adult only pool with swim up bar, a regular kind of bar, and a 3 star restaurant up on the 3rd deck. There's a bricked promenade, with nice people who great you with 'howdy do!' and a smile. The trashcans are not full, we have courtesy carts to move stuff from car to boat, and all the women are young, shapely, and barely clothed(well not all, but plenty).
Like, like, like button for the yacht lifestyle. It pays here for a little background. We came from humble beginnings. My parents never attended college, my dad was a salesman, we had a decent home, but nothing of great value until we bought a used 1961 D200 truck with a Week-N-Der slide in camper. That was 'big doins' for us regular folk. Yacht? My dad couldn't dream of having something like this as a getaway. I grew up thinking that if I just made it to a double-wide, on a private lot with a decent sports car, I would be in heaven. This is not to look down on the plebes, heck - I'm as plebian as they come. A few years in school, and a few letters behind my name, and 50 years of hard work, and I have Made It.
Having made it, does not come without some cost. The fees, and maint on the boat are going to be at least as much or more than the equiv property tax on a beach home. The diff is, my beach home moves, and floats, and I do not have to mow, or pay the city/state a fortune to own it. Freedom is decidedly not free. I have an est for adding a autopilot to the boat, and interface with the GPS/chartplotter and it's about $5500. I'll do a little back and forth with the guy, and get it installed for $5k. Push a button and sit back and watch the magic. I have the latest Garmin 10" chartplotter with all the bells and whistles. It will maybe cook me a steak if I find the right menu button.
We got the right boat after looking for more than 8 months. Size is one of the most important things to get right. I was all the way up to the 56 foot Carver Voyager Pilothouse, and realized I was going to have a mess trying to single hand dock it, even with a bow thruster. Our min size was going to be 36 feet, and we hit the sweet spot at 42. I can back it, turn it, slide it, and broach it fairly well, and I'll get better with practice. Was considering adding a bow thruster, but with big props, twin diesels, I'm doing just fine without.
So, a few days of listlessness, and pleasure, and then back to the Glastron salt mines on Sat. did I mention I like the 'yacht lifestyle'?