jamesjermain
Active member
You\'ve no idea how relieved I am...
Last week my trusty (?) Volvo 2003, which had been behaving badly since Sweet Lucy's relaunch, finally died after a short period of decline.
Its demise coincided with the arrival of the Range Safety Launch off Lulworth and the departure of what little wind we had while on passage from Weymouth to Poole. A 14-hour passage finally brought us to anchor in Studland.
The upside of the experience was that we spend the next few days doing everything under sail including berthing in my marina - which seemed to impress the locals. Not having an engine can be a great release, we discovered; since you cannot predict arrival times, you no longer worry about being late - you go with the flow, drift with the tide, chill out man.
I was particularly delighted that my wife, who is, shall we say, a nervous sailor, thoroughly enjoyed the experience and says she feels more confident about the whole business now she knows we don't need the beast in the bilge.
But what really worried me was the thought that the nearly 20-year-old-engine was about to be condemned. All the symptoms suggested fuel starvation but - what if the cylinders were worn, what if I needed three new injectors, what if the head was cracked? I had the letters ready to send to the bank, building societyand rich friends. I rang the engineer to learn the worst:
'Ah! Yes. Sweet Lucy - what did we do to Sweet Lucy George? Oh! Yes. We tightened a jubilee clip and a banjo connector and that seens to have solved the problem!'
JJ
Last week my trusty (?) Volvo 2003, which had been behaving badly since Sweet Lucy's relaunch, finally died after a short period of decline.
Its demise coincided with the arrival of the Range Safety Launch off Lulworth and the departure of what little wind we had while on passage from Weymouth to Poole. A 14-hour passage finally brought us to anchor in Studland.
The upside of the experience was that we spend the next few days doing everything under sail including berthing in my marina - which seemed to impress the locals. Not having an engine can be a great release, we discovered; since you cannot predict arrival times, you no longer worry about being late - you go with the flow, drift with the tide, chill out man.
I was particularly delighted that my wife, who is, shall we say, a nervous sailor, thoroughly enjoyed the experience and says she feels more confident about the whole business now she knows we don't need the beast in the bilge.
But what really worried me was the thought that the nearly 20-year-old-engine was about to be condemned. All the symptoms suggested fuel starvation but - what if the cylinders were worn, what if I needed three new injectors, what if the head was cracked? I had the letters ready to send to the bank, building societyand rich friends. I rang the engineer to learn the worst:
'Ah! Yes. Sweet Lucy - what did we do to Sweet Lucy George? Oh! Yes. We tightened a jubilee clip and a banjo connector and that seens to have solved the problem!'
JJ