Like I always say, if you have a disaster, don’t cry, take pictures. I am not sure if I am all there, since when this happened, all I did was laugh. Then cursed, and then, click, click, click. Thats what doing Woody Boater is like now. All I saw was a story. Content. Beautiful disaster click bait content.
Of course all this happened before Wayne Bomb and others showed up. And yes, I knew as they did, it would just be one more day starting at Global HQ with a big fat “What Now”smacking you in the face.
So? You ask? How did this happen? Well, simple. The gear on the crank broke. Which makes me feel better, since my trailering this year has not been all that stellar. OH! I am sure I am to blame in some way, after all I have been married over 35 years, so I am not sure I even feel blame anymore.
So? you ask more? Was anything damaged? No. It all happened in slow motion, and kinda was a fun morning exercise. And for those of you COVID aware, I am on my 11th day, and out of the woods, and was still wearing my mask and staying clear of them. I will add, it was humid as hell, and the mask, sweat and all that was a tad much. But all good, and Wayne took the trailer to his Air Conditioned space and repaired the trailer. I was relegated to more Zoom calls.. Another marathon of this and that, and more that, and….. so it goes.
NOTE: No boats or ego’s were injured during the filming.