Hot diggity! Today was a red-letter day: the mast was stepped and the engine went through its first start-up of the season. Last things first, only minor snafus with the engine and it was off and running. Terry has an expert's feel for the system, where a valve might be closed that should be open, seeing right away that an exhaust hose had come off. He did a great job explaining the whole system to me and had me start the engine rather than he, so I have a good feel for it cold. "Pull out the choke" made great sense to me; reminded me of my first car, a 1960 Plymouth Valiant. Transmission worked smoothly, as did the engine at quite a low speed--no misses, and it seemed like last year's gasoline was fine, too. A good omen.
The mast was a bugger but we wrestled it to the ground, or rather to the sky. Man, that thing has more parts than an Indy car, it seems. About half of the parts were on the boat or in a box I got from the previous owner. What happened to the rest will remain a mystery, of which I'll be reminded when I get the next Master Card bill. Not a fan of the big-name chain store, which shall remain nameless (but it's not north or south). Mike's Marine Hardware on Jefferson in St. Clair Shores has all the goodies and people who know what their merchandise is, to boot.
Bob was remarkable in getting the details of the mast ready, sending me off for parts. When ready, we called Gary and his guy to work the hoist and in no time the mast was standing tall. "Where are the pictures?" you ask. As well you might. If I had any, they would show pouring rain with flashes of lightning. We got it hoisted and the stays locked in so we could leave with the lightning about a half-mile away. Then it rained buckets. I stayed in those clothes for another two hours as I loaded yet more stuff on the Shady Lady for our trip. Starting to get teased by the old salts about "when are you going to take some of that out?"
Trying to make plans to visit Jim and Kitty in Marine City or St. Clair on Saturday night, but that's like pulling teeth. We four are willing, but the St. Clair marina has no room at the inn that night (every night before and after is open, of course). The Marine City marinas either don't call back, numbers are disconnected or a fax number. Tomorrow I call the MC Chamber of Commerce and ask them, "WTF?!" Also tomorrow I figure I'd better get the toilet working. Can't very well leave that to chance once we're underway!
Assuming all goes well tomorrow, Friday at noon Bob and I will leave on her maiden voyage. OK, her "dowager voyage," given her age. Carol will be off consulting somewhere, so I'll have pictures from that outing for her and you. OK, here's a gratuitous picture of tomorrow's project. Note the cool porcelain handle on the faucet. It's corroded shut but I'll figure out a way to open it up next winter.
Assuming all goes well tomorrow, Friday at noon Bob and I will leave on her maiden voyage. OK, her "dowager voyage," given her age. Carol will be off consulting somewhere, so I'll have pictures from that outing for her and you. OK, here's a gratuitous picture of tomorrow's project. Note the cool porcelain handle on the faucet. It's corroded shut but I'll figure out a way to open it up next winter.