Fat Guy Follies

Since it is summer time, and I am at home, it is once again time for the annual conflict with my boat. I did the required spring tune up and it stil did not run very well. I had bypassed the carb rebuild since that was my main focus at the end of last year. It turns out the carb was all gummed up, and once that was fixed it seemed to run quite well. Therefore, Kim, E and I loaded up and headed for Shuswap Lake for a couple of days. Prior to departure, I issued short prayers to the God of Boats staying afloat, The God of Trucks running for drives shorter than 6 hours, and a much longer prayer to the God of Rochester 2 Barrel Carburetors.

On leaving we discovered that I had omitted the required prayer to the God of lost Boat Keys, but that was corrected within a few minutes of leaving home, and I drove home and picked up the keys. However, it seems I had totally omitted the God of wheels remaining affixed to trailers.


We made it to Hope, before the axle broke. Once again, my adventure took a much different turn than originally anticipated. Fortunately Kim is a good sport, and accepts these setbacks with grace and dignity. It's also a good thing that Brent is a good sport, since he came out with me in the middle of the night to put another axle under the trailer to tow it back home for a permanent repair.

This is a picture of a classical fatigue failure for any failure analysis people.

Cheers
Landlubber Bryan