Fat Guy Follies

Troy is buying a boat, and was moving it up river to have it inspected and surveyed. He asked me to go along for the ride, thinking that I might be able to fix it if something broke. He forgot about my luck with mechanical stuff. The reason I know how to fix stuff is because so much of my stuff breaks down.

With visions of Don Johnson and Miami Vice in my head we sorted out the boat, loaded the tools and spare props and untied it. I could hear a Don Henley track playing in my mind. Immediately on trying to pull out of the slip, I realized that this boat was a whole lot bigger than mine, and those visions sooned turned to Rodney Dangerfield in CaddyShack.


We made it successfully up the river without any incidents - highly unusual, but then again it wasn't my boat. The only problem is that Troy trusted me to tie the boat up. It has been many years since I earned my Boy Scout Merit badge for boat tying up.

If anyone living on the river sees this boat drifting by, please call Troy and tell him where it is.

Cheers
Knotless Don