When I was a kid.....

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I'll never forget. My brother, who has this uncanny nack for talking people into stuff, finally talked my dad in buying a boat. He was 14 I was 11 or 12. We shopped and researched as best we could. In those days (circa 1968)there wasn't a whole lot to go on other than "word of mouth". We finally decided upon a 1967 Thunderbird (must have been 17' or 18')with the "cathedral hull". Motor was a 'rude 90, so big a grown man couldn't put his arms around the thing. We weren't about to complain, we were just **** glad to be off the beach. He and I stoked and caressed that boat till it looked better than new. Older bro had talked the owner of the local boat dealership into a job so he was our source of mechanical info. We tuned, decarbed and adjusted till it was in tip top shape with the exception of some minor detail I fail to remember now. <br />No doubt we had the best looking 2 year old boat around. Our house was situated on a hill in such a way that the driveway was around back on a alley. If you went out to the east with trailer in tow, the transition between the alley and side street was such that the boat scraped and put undue stresses on our epuipment. The west route was much smoother and only required circling the block so we always defaulted to that direction.