For many, the idea of restoring a classic boat is a kin to going to the dentist every day for two years. OK, unless you are a Dentist, then its like going to a .. I don’t know? No, I really don’t know. Is there something worse? Anyway, today we are going to talk about the journey and why so many folks don’t really care about the money part. Ya ya , sure we all care about money, but it’s not the driving force of restoring a boat. Passion, history and romance are. All the three counter arguments to savings, security and normalcy by the way.
We restore our boats because the journey is fun. Sure it can be painful, and in the wrong hands, not be healthy for ones heart, OK, it’s hell. But done right, with a reputable restorer, can be incredibly rewarding and life changing. And cost no different than a membership at a fancy golf course, or fancy fun classic car… It’s just another thing, but it’s your thing, our thing. Your restoration is proof that you can save something, you do have the power to repeat history, you have vision, you can save the world, one classic boat at a time.
In our case, one simple restoration changed our lives. Sure we got screwed doing it, big time screwed. But without that anger and frustration, that slow agonizing reaming, Woody Boater would never have existed, friends would never have been made, and countless hours, day sand weeks of pure joy, never experienced. And that’s just the emotional side. never mind the hours of fun, picking and searching for parts, documents and families histories to complete a perfect timeless mahogany moment. That stuff is priceless, Sure, it may have a price, but the greatest moments have been the times when folks just gather and do things together, restore together, build friendships together, and best of all, go woody boating together.