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Showing posts with label splash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label splash. Show all posts
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
It's THAT day!!!
"Oh, I've been missing you, and the way you make me feel inside...."
-Gregory Abbott
Finally, SWMBO and I can stop looking homeless.
Winter here in Southern Ontario is a time of slumber for our vessels, stored on the hard, and, for sailors, a season of dirt-stranded planning , forethought, and inevitable procrastination...
.... which means all the jobs that SHOULD have gotten done during the depths of winter get compressed into a frenzied fortnight of forced labour leading up to splash day....
... which means every spare minute is spent in the Bridge Yachts boatyard, punching through all the planned punchlist projects that were pushed off by the punishing winter...
.... which means that one is always travelling with a vehicle packed full of tools, work clothes, paint, epoxy, generator, ladders, wood...
... leading uninitiated onlookers to wonder if we are indeed living in our Ford.
As usual, we fell prey to mission creep.
We knew we wanted to remove the carbuncle, a dead depth through-hull transducer installed ahead of the keel:
Which we did. Beveled, backed, filled, and faired...
While slathering on eleventy-seven coats of Interprotect 2000, we realized that this would be a good time to repaint the blue boot stripe, which clashed with the bottom paint, and if we're going to do that, we might as well removed the worn cove stripe...
... which we did, and then realized that, without a cove stripe, NextBoat's already generous freeboard looks beyond generous- it looked like Liberal spending in the 905 prior to an election.
...So clearly a new cove stripe was in order in addition to the boot stripe:
Since we're changing colours, red bottom paint is out, black bottom paint is in...
with the stripes and the bottom looking good, it behooves us to clean and wax and buff the hull and make it all shiny. Which we did. Leaving us to finish installing the head, hoses, pumps, tank, new hose clamps on cooling hoses, and a list of more unsexy nobody-will-ever-see it stuff the night before we splash.
We got it done, and NextBoat is now hullwet.
NextBoat is also no longer NextBoat.
Before:
Now. Please meet Karma:
The weather was nothing but cooperative in the weeks leading up to launch. The last two weeks have been dry, sunny and warm, culminating with HOT weather during the last few days before Karma was launched...
....which ended the moment she began her transit from the yard to the Dock.
(Frank and Lorraine were on hand to watch and take pictures)
By the time Karma and I passed under the lift bridge, the clouds had rolled in, and long sleeves had been donned. We figured we'd get the boom hung and sails bent on at the Dock, rather than waiting another half hour for the next bridge opening.
(Okay, she ain't pretty, but she's purposeful)
It was a prudent move.
By the time we had cleared the river mouth and made the turn to port to the marina cut, the temperature had dropped and the wind had picked up.
After tying her up safe in our slip, we realized rigging could wait.
Within minutes the winds picked up, the temp plummeted and we were deluged.
It hasn't warmed up since.
No matter. We're back in the water, where we belong.
We're home.
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Saturday, 28 May 2011
In With The In Crowd!
"Come on with me and leave your troubles behind..."
-Dobie Gray
We. Are. In.
Well, half in. Whiskeyjack is hull-wet and in her slip. Legacy? Well, ahem, she will go in on the day she goes in, and not a moment before. This spring has not been conducive to varnishing large uncovered objects.
I am sore. It has been an intense four days getting Whiskeyjack in the water.
Below is the intrepid delivery crew:
Gavin, Louise, and Finn the compact sportsdog.
Not necessarily in that order.
More to follow later.
Today we finish rigging and fit-out, if the weather cooperates.
Thanks for taking the time to check us out. Please feel free to "Talk the Dock!" Link us, follow us, or just tell your friends.
-Dobie Gray
We. Are. In.
Well, half in. Whiskeyjack is hull-wet and in her slip. Legacy? Well, ahem, she will go in on the day she goes in, and not a moment before. This spring has not been conducive to varnishing large uncovered objects.
I am sore. It has been an intense four days getting Whiskeyjack in the water.
Below is the intrepid delivery crew:
Gavin, Louise, and Finn the compact sportsdog.
Not necessarily in that order.
More to follow later.
Today we finish rigging and fit-out, if the weather cooperates.
Thanks for taking the time to check us out. Please feel free to "Talk the Dock!" Link us, follow us, or just tell your friends.
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Yes, I AM an idiot.
"I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed..."
- Smash Mouth
Among thethousands handful of regular readers of the Chronicles, there must might be some out there wondering, "Hey, this blog is called the Dock Six Chronicles, and the Dock has been open for three weeks already, so how come gung-ho blogger guy hasn't posted about splashing his own boats yet?"
The answer, quite simply, is that I am an idiot.
Okay, the weather played a role in this drama- April was largely too miserable and, when not miserable, too unpredictable to get any hull work done. So, we got no brightwork, no bottom painting, no keel fairing done and without the needed work done below the waterline, the boats stay on the hard.
But that is not the reason I am an idiot.
A careful and argumentative reader will object, "Fine, that explains April. However, this is the second week of May, so what is you excuse now, huh, blogger guy?"
SWMBO and I both work full time, and work has been busy for both of us as of late (what, you thought I simply lounged in a smoking jacket tapping out witty and erudite blog posts all day?)... and the weather was still crappy. Too cold and wet for painting or epoxying or varnishing.
But that is not the reason I am an idiot.
Aforementioned argumentative reader will further point out, "Hey, it was a beautiful weekend, perfect for all that scrapey-sandy-painty-epoxy stuff. NOW what is your excuse?"
First of all,heartless bas argumentative reader, Sunday was Mother's Day. Believe it or not, I have a mother, and she is willing to claim me as her spawn.
So there.
Argumentative reader now crosses arms and smirks. "What about Satur..."
YES, I KNOW! "WHAT ABOUT SATURDAY, IT WAS A REALLY NICE DAY, WHY DIDN'T YOU DO IT ON SATURDAY, YOU CERTAINLY WEREN'T BLOGGING, WERE YOU? ETC..."
Let me tell you about last week, and my idiocy will become apparent.
Monday- too rainy, too cold, too crappy to do any hullwork. I started building companionway doors instead.
Tuesday- weather report is a copy of Monday. After driving around all day on business, I come home, grab a bite to eat before heading out again to see a client. As I am munching a handful of Doritos, my office calls- my evening appointment has cancelled. Great!I can at least get down to the boats and get some projects installed, an maybe take the generator down because the weather is supposed to get better and... Rubbing my hands with glee, I toss the boat keys into the glovebox and load stuff into the back of the Jeep and ...
The Jeep decides not to start.
Son-of-a...
SWMBO comes home, I take the Smart car to buy a battery for the jeep. I install the battery. Jeep still does not start.
I open a beer.
On the bright side, tomorrow, Wednesday, we get a new TV and phone and internet provider with all sorts of added-connectivity goodness and superfastivity, or something. Yay, us.
Wednesday- weather is slightly better. I have Jeep towed to garage. I get the verdict- a broken plastic pin on the backside of the ignition switch. In Chrysler's infinite parts wisdom, one cannot purchase the part to replace the broken part. Nay, nay, one must purchase an "assembly," which means a whole new steering column.
Not covered under warranty.
Cost? The equivalent of two 85 watt solar panels - $690.
Plus tax.
Plus labour.
The good news is that the shop can source a used column for $265. Might have it by tomorrow. Might be Friday. Great!
Well, not great, but at least not so un-great.
Meanwhile, back at stately Jones manor, the fantastic new cable and internet and telephone magic is decidedly, in a word, pooched. The tech has the wrong widgets and gizmos in his ju-ju bag, apparently, so he needs to return later with different chicken bones and entrails, or something. In the meantime, our existing provider, who will take months before applying a newer cheaper "bundle" or reversing erroneous roaming charges has, either through pique at our audacious decision to leave their former monopoly, or simple accidental efficiently, cut our cords.
We now have no phone.
No internet.
No television.
On top of No Jeep.
Stately Jones manor is now freakin' Gilligan's Island.
I open a beer.
Thursday- Beautiful day! SWMBO and I are both working. She takes the car, I am left to find a way to work from home without connectivity. I walk down to the local coffee shop, get caught up on bidness, get an update on the Jeep (not today, probably Friday) and the TV/telephone/internet trinity (not today, probably Friday), and I return home to continue making companionway doors. I figure, when SWMBO gets home, we can load our galley projects in the Smart car and at least get those installed on the boat.
Wait. Remember where the boat keys are?
Yeah, I didn't either.
In the glovebox. In the jeep. At the garage.
I am an idiot.
SWMBO gets home at 5:40. The garage closes at 5:00. The Jeep is locked up. In the garage. Crap.
I open a beer.
Friday- I have a day-long meeting out of town, so we leave early, before the garage opens. I drop SWMBO off at work and continue on to London. I pick SWMBO up on my way home, get home at 5:40. Because we are not home, still no comms.
Still no Jeep.
Still no boat keys.
No problem. I can at least pick up the keys tomorrow when the garage opens.
I open a beer.
Saturday- According to the sign on their door, which I had not thought to read before, the garage is not open on Saturday.
I am an idiot.
I open a beer.
Yesterday, we finally get the Jeep back, the boat keys back, our shiny new modem and cable and telephone, so I get on my now-functioning phone and call the yard to book in our splash... and there are no openings until next week, because this week is a short work week, booked solid.
Short work week?
Oh yeah- Friday the 13th.
I am an idiot.
The whole town basically shuts down. When a town of 5000 gets invaded by 20 000+ motorcycles and tens of thousands of rubberneckers, it's apparently a little tough to get anything done, except...
open a beer.
So I did.
Next week.
We'll be in the water next week.
I promise.
- Smash Mouth
Among the
The answer, quite simply, is that I am an idiot.
Okay, the weather played a role in this drama- April was largely too miserable and, when not miserable, too unpredictable to get any hull work done. So, we got no brightwork, no bottom painting, no keel fairing done and without the needed work done below the waterline, the boats stay on the hard.
But that is not the reason I am an idiot.
A careful and argumentative reader will object, "Fine, that explains April. However, this is the second week of May, so what is you excuse now, huh, blogger guy?"
SWMBO and I both work full time, and work has been busy for both of us as of late (what, you thought I simply lounged in a smoking jacket tapping out witty and erudite blog posts all day?)... and the weather was still crappy. Too cold and wet for painting or epoxying or varnishing.
But that is not the reason I am an idiot.
Aforementioned argumentative reader will further point out, "Hey, it was a beautiful weekend, perfect for all that scrapey-sandy-painty-epoxy stuff. NOW what is your excuse?"
First of all,
So there.
Argumentative reader now crosses arms and smirks. "What about Satur..."
YES, I KNOW! "WHAT ABOUT SATURDAY, IT WAS A REALLY NICE DAY, WHY DIDN'T YOU DO IT ON SATURDAY, YOU CERTAINLY WEREN'T BLOGGING, WERE YOU? ETC..."
Let me tell you about last week, and my idiocy will become apparent.
Monday- too rainy, too cold, too crappy to do any hullwork. I started building companionway doors instead.
Tuesday- weather report is a copy of Monday. After driving around all day on business, I come home, grab a bite to eat before heading out again to see a client. As I am munching a handful of Doritos, my office calls- my evening appointment has cancelled. Great!I can at least get down to the boats and get some projects installed, an maybe take the generator down because the weather is supposed to get better and... Rubbing my hands with glee, I toss the boat keys into the glovebox and load stuff into the back of the Jeep and ...
The Jeep decides not to start.
Son-of-a...
SWMBO comes home, I take the Smart car to buy a battery for the jeep. I install the battery. Jeep still does not start.
I open a beer.
On the bright side, tomorrow, Wednesday, we get a new TV and phone and internet provider with all sorts of added-connectivity goodness and superfastivity, or something. Yay, us.
Wednesday- weather is slightly better. I have Jeep towed to garage. I get the verdict- a broken plastic pin on the backside of the ignition switch. In Chrysler's infinite parts wisdom, one cannot purchase the part to replace the broken part. Nay, nay, one must purchase an "assembly," which means a whole new steering column.
Not covered under warranty.
Cost? The equivalent of two 85 watt solar panels - $690.
Plus tax.
Plus labour.
The good news is that the shop can source a used column for $265. Might have it by tomorrow. Might be Friday. Great!
Well, not great, but at least not so un-great.
Meanwhile, back at stately Jones manor, the fantastic new cable and internet and telephone magic is decidedly, in a word, pooched. The tech has the wrong widgets and gizmos in his ju-ju bag, apparently, so he needs to return later with different chicken bones and entrails, or something. In the meantime, our existing provider, who will take months before applying a newer cheaper "bundle" or reversing erroneous roaming charges has, either through pique at our audacious decision to leave their former monopoly, or simple accidental efficiently, cut our cords.
We now have no phone.
No internet.
No television.
On top of No Jeep.
Stately Jones manor is now freakin' Gilligan's Island.
I open a beer.
Thursday- Beautiful day! SWMBO and I are both working. She takes the car, I am left to find a way to work from home without connectivity. I walk down to the local coffee shop, get caught up on bidness, get an update on the Jeep (not today, probably Friday) and the TV/telephone/internet trinity (not today, probably Friday), and I return home to continue making companionway doors. I figure, when SWMBO gets home, we can load our galley projects in the Smart car and at least get those installed on the boat.
Wait. Remember where the boat keys are?
Yeah, I didn't either.
In the glovebox. In the jeep. At the garage.
I am an idiot.
SWMBO gets home at 5:40. The garage closes at 5:00. The Jeep is locked up. In the garage. Crap.
I open a beer.
Friday- I have a day-long meeting out of town, so we leave early, before the garage opens. I drop SWMBO off at work and continue on to London. I pick SWMBO up on my way home, get home at 5:40. Because we are not home, still no comms.
Still no Jeep.
Still no boat keys.
No problem. I can at least pick up the keys tomorrow when the garage opens.
I open a beer.
Saturday- According to the sign on their door, which I had not thought to read before, the garage is not open on Saturday.
I am an idiot.
I open a beer.
Yesterday, we finally get the Jeep back, the boat keys back, our shiny new modem and cable and telephone, so I get on my now-functioning phone and call the yard to book in our splash... and there are no openings until next week, because this week is a short work week, booked solid.
Short work week?
Oh yeah- Friday the 13th.
I am an idiot.
The whole town basically shuts down. When a town of 5000 gets invaded by 20 000+ motorcycles and tens of thousands of rubberneckers, it's apparently a little tough to get anything done, except...
open a beer.
So I did.
Next week.
We'll be in the water next week.
I promise.
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