The other day I was bitching about the original engine ups and downs of ownership. With several boats going at any given time, one of them seems to always be finicky. Never something clear cut. Can be the weather, or just something loose. But as I was going on and on about it, and wanting to throw a 350 in everything, it was pointed out, that the original engine is part of the experience of the boat.
Now, to have my own words thrust back at me is like… well, my 33 years of marriage. So, I have learned over the years to listen. It is part of the experience, and actually the experience, the emotion of driving a classic boat IS what its all about. It’s rather Zen. It’s all connected. The gestalt of classic boat ownership. Remove one part of it, and it becomes a copy, an unauthentic feeling. It’s no longer true and merely a visual, well, nothing.
Now, this is for me. I truly enjoy opening up a can of Whoop Ass in a 350 modern power in a 17 ft boat. LOVE IT. But it does change the feel. All the history is changed. Imagine Jimmy Durante with a nose job? Would be Jimmy Durante? The list goes on and On.
What about Cindy Crawford with no MOLE.
Or Lauren Hutton without that gap in her teeth. You get my point.
So, next time you.. I … start bitching about the imperfection of my old classic boat, I will bitch slap myself and say, ya.. That’s why you love her. And hopefully, remind my wife, that my flaws are why she loves me. Right? Right?