A funny thing happened when you turn 15, you think that the entire planet is there for you, and that fun, is only for folks under 25. Parties, hip cool people all walking / shaking around the place. Doing selfies and posting your entire lives on various new apps that promos to be the latest thing. That’s cool, I suppose in a way, it is your world that you are entering, but not to be a downer to you. We all were 15 and we all live in our worlds. Our time. And yes, Our time is less novel, but it is more defined, and understandable. But from time to time, our world, and yours, intersect. They intersect in timeless moments, and are shared in experiences that enable all the worlds of time to meet and have a common joy.
Sadly though, many of the wonderful things that can be like that vanish in time. The joy of a drive in movie, gone, the joy of a simple board game of Monopoly on a hot summer night in a cottage with no TV, no phone, just the sound of crickts and the warmth of the milky way. Sure, the cabin is there, but the cell phones and video games, Wi Fi, all have taken that away. But, your Woody Boat is still a time machine that equally can excite all ages the same way. The perfection of Varnished Mahogany, loud engine and smell of water, oil and gas all mixed is a unique experience, all while being out on the water. Somehow Cell phones and video games never get used or thought of on board or behind the wheel. That’s the true magic of the Classic Boat Culture.
I am not talking about boat shows, or any formal events, I am speaking about an impromptu “lets go out and tear up the lake” kinda moment. So this weekend, get out there. Take your father and your son out. Run with the wind in whats left of your dads hair, and floor it. You will see the family resemblance in there smiles.
Thanks to Mike Mayor for today’s wonderful Header shot of his Dad, Hank The Plank and Mikes son Porter out doing what Woody Boating is all about. Having the fun of a lifetime of lifetimes.