Spent the first week of listing my boats so excited and hoping they would sell before the weekend got here and we went out of town. Well, as is usually the case for me and my wonderful luck, the boat had over 100 views and no one contacted me. I relisted today at 100 dollars less for the "ready to sail" boat and 50 dollars less for the "needs work" boat.
So there update here is that the boats are now listed for $1800 and $650. Should be interesting.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
My First Time
Well, I did it. I listed my two G-Cat Catamarans. I wasn't as sad as I was angry. I didn't see or think this one through. I just wanted a big, fast cat that I could whip around the coast line, splashing through the waves. Didn't happen.
I'll tell you about my first sailboat ride . . .
I was bit by the need to sail long before I was ever in a sailboat. I was in a Marine Science class in high school. One of the details that I didn't know about right away was the end of the semester ride in the teacher's sailboat Mystic. I remember the name because it was painted on the top of the deck like inner city graffiti. It was a large enough boat the entire class--those that wanted to get out of class and brought permission slips in by the deadline--could fit. We took a school bus to where the boat was in the water. I was immediately in love and the sails had not even been hoisted. The boat bobbed silently next to the dock. We all made our way on the boat. I wore what I thought was appropriate sailing attire--complete with a pair of cheap vinyl boat shoes.
So we spread out on the boat and the crew prepared to get it underway. One girl, an overdeveloped senior quickly stripped out of her clothes and down to a very stringy bikini. It was difficult for anyone to look away. I was a very late bloomer. So, even in the 10th grade, I found this display of flesh shocking and appalling while at the same time, I was consumed with a bitter sadness.
The boat motored out of the channel and into more open water. The teacher excitedly announced the sails would be hoisted soon. I remember the sound of the engines cutting and the sails lifting into the sky. It seemed like the mast touched heaven and the sail would follow. Finally, the boat and mast were in sync and the sail filled with air, the boat lurched forward ever so slightly and we were sailing. For a briefest of moments, everyone stopped talking. No one was looking at the girl in the bikini. The class was watching that giant sail move the boat through the water. I was hooked.
I'll tell you about my first sailboat ride . . .
I was bit by the need to sail long before I was ever in a sailboat. I was in a Marine Science class in high school. One of the details that I didn't know about right away was the end of the semester ride in the teacher's sailboat Mystic. I remember the name because it was painted on the top of the deck like inner city graffiti. It was a large enough boat the entire class--those that wanted to get out of class and brought permission slips in by the deadline--could fit. We took a school bus to where the boat was in the water. I was immediately in love and the sails had not even been hoisted. The boat bobbed silently next to the dock. We all made our way on the boat. I wore what I thought was appropriate sailing attire--complete with a pair of cheap vinyl boat shoes.
So we spread out on the boat and the crew prepared to get it underway. One girl, an overdeveloped senior quickly stripped out of her clothes and down to a very stringy bikini. It was difficult for anyone to look away. I was a very late bloomer. So, even in the 10th grade, I found this display of flesh shocking and appalling while at the same time, I was consumed with a bitter sadness.
The boat motored out of the channel and into more open water. The teacher excitedly announced the sails would be hoisted soon. I remember the sound of the engines cutting and the sails lifting into the sky. It seemed like the mast touched heaven and the sail would follow. Finally, the boat and mast were in sync and the sail filled with air, the boat lurched forward ever so slightly and we were sailing. For a briefest of moments, everyone stopped talking. No one was looking at the girl in the bikini. The class was watching that giant sail move the boat through the water. I was hooked.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Selling the Cat
Well after three plus years, and only one time in the water, I am selling my G-Cat Catamaran(s). I have one that is ready for the water and one that needs some TLC. I will post some pictures of the boats. I paid $1650 for the boat that is ready for the water the one that needs some TLC was free except for the heartache of discovering it leaks.
Any suggestions?
Any suggestions?
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