Boy what a difference a week makes. Last weekend was a classic boaters paradise, this week, hell. I suppose the balance of the universe needed to slap me back into reality. Betsy my beloved 1958 Connie is still up on the hard, getting some of her bottom planks fixed. But it is taking way to long, and eating up way to much money. To be honest these old wood cruisers can drain your wallet faster than anything else on the planet. That is of course if there is anything in your wallet to take these days. So as I arrived on Friday to see what had been done for an entire week, I found not much…

So I decided to check her motors. I had not really cared about them since I had already had run them and they felt fine. But needed to check for my peace of mind. As it turned out, one motor is perfect. But the other has one cylinder with a lower compression. Ugh! Valves.. if I am lucky… Carbon build up if I win the lottery…. This on top of the lack of progress on the bottom, and I just packed up and went home. Feeling betrayed by my boat, and frustrated at all around me. Emotion regarding an object is a funny thing. And don’t let anybody tell you that owning a classic boat is not emotional. It’s ALL emotion… Each day of my relationship with Betsy, has been a gamble and a choice of do we go on or call in the chainsaws.. Friday I was ready to pull out the flame torch. Only I have gone so far.. She is always just one week from being done. That was a month ago… The drama playing out, is.. the longer she is up on dry land she is drying out…

And oh boy, that is a can of worms I choose not to deal with….I have been down this trial many many times, it’s the worst part of the relationship of a classic boat owner. The trick is to know that you are saving a boat that has seen over 52 years of love from 30 minutes of anger with a buzz saw… maybe I just pull out the saw and just leave it next to Betsy..maybe she will give a little here and stop showing me her back side….

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8 Responses to “135, 135, 135, 90, 135, 135… Betsy, Don't Make Me Pull The Plug!”
  1. Anonymous

    It is a lesson in life itself. There is no way to get through it without feeling some pain. You just have to tell yourself that it will end and be glad you do not have more and bigger boats to contend with. It makes it all the more important to feel the joy as you did with Sylvia and relish those experiences to the fullest extent possible. I basically use my boat for less than two weeks out of the year. Something always goes awry and I lose a day or two of that allotment. As pissed as I can get I know that the joy I feel when things are running will make the difficulties fade into the past more quickly. You can't help but believe that there is some kind of cosmic balance. Just push ahead the joy awaits you. Remember to grab it and hold it.

  2. Anonymous

    Maybe this will make you feel better. Saturday morning I get a call from the old lady I rent a dock from, She says my searchlight is on and my boat is tilted. Its pouring out and has been all night. I drive over there, my just finished wood boat is laying in 6' of water. Yep the search light was on, the bilge bump burned out, the weight of all that rain pushed the transom down far enough that the water entered the blower vent and the blower fan just created a massive flow into the boat and it sunk. I know know what those birds in the Gulf FEEL LIKE WITH ALL THAT OIL ON THEM! Anyways I managed to dive under it and get a strap and come along on it using my plastic boat, a 2×6 and the dock to crank it out of the water. Got it even with the rails and pumped it out with a 350 gal per minute bump. Towed it back 4 miles to a ramp and loaded it on the trailer. Just as I was strapping it down a old lady pulls up and says she has always loved my boat and would I like to sell it. Didnt know how to react to that but said I might think about it. So is someone trying to tell me something?
    So now i get to take everything apart and get it runninbg again.

  3. WoodyBoater

    Does she want a 28 Connie? HA.. Any photos.. Its misery month in Woody Boaterville

  4. Anonymous

    Matt,
    Throw the compression tester in the tool box,
    Slap on a new transom plank, fill the cooler
    and get boating.
    tom
    vintage marine

  5. Paul H.

    I think misery is perhaps the consequence of unrealistic expectation? The tale of the sinking of the other boat is truly sad, but a few more bad planks than you thought or an engine at less than 100% on the Connie is probably within reasonable expectation. You delivered yourself into nirvana on buyers' hope for Betsy, but now the not so terrible reality is she needs a bit more work – not the end of the world.

    By the way – screw the engine – run it as long and as far as you can. You're not going to get stranded and it is not rare and it doesn't need to be perfect. You are not racing it, so enjoy the boat. Button up the planks and get it in the water and all this will dissipate pretty damn quick as you chug down the river some sunny day.

  6. Rick

    50 weeks of sanding, varnishing, engine repair, emptying the wallet of any and all funds, storage, prep after being in storage, trailering, praying it will float again this season…. etc, and it all seems worth it while you're skimming across the water for an hour or two. Smiling ear to ear!

  7. Captain Nemo

    Welcome to the Cruiser Guys Club Matt, I feel your pain.