Several years ago I was retrieving my 18' trihull at a ramp that was wide enough for three vehicles at a time. The slot next to me had a couple of country bumpkins in an old pickem-up truck trying to wrestle an old wood boat onto a trailer. You have to picture these guys complete with bib overalls and poop-kicking boots.<br /><br />They finally got the boat on the trailer, well, sorta. At least the bow hook was attached to the winch. The stern was half on and half off the trailer. These guys figure that half on was good enough and hopped into the truck for the haulout.<br /><br />Well, it seems that they backed just a tad too far into the water because their rear wheels were in the bottom slime and the weight of the boat just held them in place and the rear wheels just spun and slipped. No 4-wheel drive on this chariot. <br /><br />Driver gets mad and starts racing the engine and spinning the rear wheels throwing water all over everyone close. I figure that I need to get out of this idiot's way and quick. We hauled out and just watched.<br /><br />When wheel spinning didn't work, Driver's buddy gets out of the truck, walks to the front of the truck, stands smack in front of the right front wheel, grabs onto the steel bumper and starts pulling the truck while Driver starts spinning tires again. We did NOT hang around to see the end result. To this day I shudder at the thought of what might have happened to that idiot had the rear wheels caught for a few seconds.
