hlb
RIP
We used to go trailor boating, which is probably why we now have a P35 for good and bad reasons.
It was an American Imperial Cuddy, 22ft 8' 6'' beam. V8 5 Ltre. It looked like the Qe2 when we saw it in the Birmingham boat show. It was built nearly as well as a binliner which was probably the reason why they'd gone bust some time before we bought it from what turned out to be this shady character with a boat sales place only about ten miles from home. Well we took it to Windermere and emmediatly smashed the prop on some rocks whilst in the mean time son wrapped the trailor round this blokes car. The new prop was just a bit bigger than we wanted but better than nothing. That night it rained. Which highlighted all the holes in the window screen and covers which we were sat under while Tutts was endevering to make bacon and eggs for four on a little meths camping stove, perched over the petrol tank. Duering the first day we had discovered that with the boats 20 gallon fuel tank it meant that we only had about an hour to mess about, before spending the rest of the day hunting fuel. Many times this involved putting the boat back on the trailor and round to the local garage.
Took the boat for it's first service and met the boat sales boss who was sat in his office at 10 am with a bottle of whiskey in his hand! On picking the boat up latter, informed that they'd Cleaned the spark plugs cos they could not get at anything!! Volvo informed us that the three year engine warranty was now invalid as the bloke was not a Volvo agent.
So now armed with loads and loads of one gallon fuel cans stuffed in every spare corner and realising that it was not exactly four berth as we had thought. Mainly due to the rain coming in everywhere, we set about our adventures. Cuningly planned with Hotel / Caravan / cottage rent in the vasinity. This led to loads of twoing and frowing back and fourth with loads of gear and putting covers on and off and on again. Also countless excursions to garage for juice.
We discovered Lough Lomond where it rains nearly all the time and can get quite rough. Theres a grotty town at one end a hotel in the middle of nowhere half way up with it's own harbour, trying to compete with Fawty Towers for the next series. About this time, where ever we went, folk kept asking and ringing me fro all over the country. Had I bought the boat from X and what colour was it. Very suspicious!
Went to Troon and visited loads of the west coast of Scotland. Even took a scenic taxi ride round Arran. For the fuel of course. Also discovered the cowboys on Great Cumbrai.
Then learnt all about navigation from Pool to Solent, with chart and fag packet to find compass course. Nearly missed Pool completly on the way back, when it started to get quite rough. On the way to the Solent. The propelor started to fall off, so had to call into Yarmouth and hauled out for repair.
In Pwhelli once. And this is when you wished there were two of you. Backed the Trooper and boat down the slip way, got it nice and straight and just before I had to step out into water. Got in boat and told Tutts to just back straight into water for a few feet. So she put full lock on, backed the trailor over the side of the slipway, depositing me and the boat in the water with a big splosh!!
We had loads of fun, so much so that we sold it and bought a P33................../forums/images/icons/smile.gif
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Haydn<P ID="edit"><FONT SIZE=-1>Edited by hlb on 24/03/2003 11:08 (server time).</FONT></P>
It was an American Imperial Cuddy, 22ft 8' 6'' beam. V8 5 Ltre. It looked like the Qe2 when we saw it in the Birmingham boat show. It was built nearly as well as a binliner which was probably the reason why they'd gone bust some time before we bought it from what turned out to be this shady character with a boat sales place only about ten miles from home. Well we took it to Windermere and emmediatly smashed the prop on some rocks whilst in the mean time son wrapped the trailor round this blokes car. The new prop was just a bit bigger than we wanted but better than nothing. That night it rained. Which highlighted all the holes in the window screen and covers which we were sat under while Tutts was endevering to make bacon and eggs for four on a little meths camping stove, perched over the petrol tank. Duering the first day we had discovered that with the boats 20 gallon fuel tank it meant that we only had about an hour to mess about, before spending the rest of the day hunting fuel. Many times this involved putting the boat back on the trailor and round to the local garage.
Took the boat for it's first service and met the boat sales boss who was sat in his office at 10 am with a bottle of whiskey in his hand! On picking the boat up latter, informed that they'd Cleaned the spark plugs cos they could not get at anything!! Volvo informed us that the three year engine warranty was now invalid as the bloke was not a Volvo agent.
So now armed with loads and loads of one gallon fuel cans stuffed in every spare corner and realising that it was not exactly four berth as we had thought. Mainly due to the rain coming in everywhere, we set about our adventures. Cuningly planned with Hotel / Caravan / cottage rent in the vasinity. This led to loads of twoing and frowing back and fourth with loads of gear and putting covers on and off and on again. Also countless excursions to garage for juice.
We discovered Lough Lomond where it rains nearly all the time and can get quite rough. Theres a grotty town at one end a hotel in the middle of nowhere half way up with it's own harbour, trying to compete with Fawty Towers for the next series. About this time, where ever we went, folk kept asking and ringing me fro all over the country. Had I bought the boat from X and what colour was it. Very suspicious!
Went to Troon and visited loads of the west coast of Scotland. Even took a scenic taxi ride round Arran. For the fuel of course. Also discovered the cowboys on Great Cumbrai.
Then learnt all about navigation from Pool to Solent, with chart and fag packet to find compass course. Nearly missed Pool completly on the way back, when it started to get quite rough. On the way to the Solent. The propelor started to fall off, so had to call into Yarmouth and hauled out for repair.
In Pwhelli once. And this is when you wished there were two of you. Backed the Trooper and boat down the slip way, got it nice and straight and just before I had to step out into water. Got in boat and told Tutts to just back straight into water for a few feet. So she put full lock on, backed the trailor over the side of the slipway, depositing me and the boat in the water with a big splosh!!
We had loads of fun, so much so that we sold it and bought a P33................../forums/images/icons/smile.gif
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