Everybody who comes to my house asks the same question when they roll up: This is where you keep your boat, right? I mean, you don't LIVE here?
I don't know if it's the barbed wire and the junkyard dog (see above) or the welded steel collar around my steel safety door deadbolt, or the graffiti on the wall of the corner hairstyling salon, but nobody wants to believe I live like this apparently! It's less intimidating on the inside. Really.
Anyway a bunch of non-sailing stuff going on 'round here. First, Dan showed up from points North to claim his Guillotine, which had been languishing under the hot LA sun in its seaweed wrap for a couple of months. Neither of us were sure whether to rent him a car and strap it to the roof or crate it and explore shipping options, but Home Depot is on the road from the airport and before I knew it power tools were strewn all over the alley and we had built a crate the size of a FEMA trailer:
With that out of the way, it got strapped on the roof of the Benz
then we fired up the pizza oven, and it was time to go to sleep. Not a bad Sunday afternoon.
Monday AM I turned him loose on the freeways of LA in driving rain to find the FedEx freight terminal which apparently he did because the car reappeared in my drive with no crate and no Dan in sight - he was home for dinner, 1300 miles away. Hard to keep up with that guy:
Word then trickled up from Long Beach Thursday that a layup party was in progress on CCZ#2. More pizza and beer. Do these guys look like professionals or what:
Just what you want to do when you're done designing boats all day, apparently:
Then I get an email from Kirk on yet another way to improve the Tilt-a-Whirl. That may be version 3.0, but I haven't built 2.0, and now may not need to. In fact, I'm not sure I need to build anything, aside from the G10 clamp thingy I've been putting off while I type this.
That's all the news from here. Got a new bike; nothing rides like 4130.
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