While we all drool over cool extreme cars and boats, the truth is, most folks had rather ordinary lives, and yes boats and cars. Just like today, 99% of the stuff is future landfill and just is part of the texture of our time. It makes sense that while you were being motored around in a row boat, and saw a cool GarWood go by, in your brain, a trigger was set off. I WANT ONE! But your barriers took over and you spent your life in a cubical and driving the kids to school in a mini van. And when you got the chance for a boat, a big emotional spend, you got all rational. And own a generic plastic pile of ship.
You are not alone, oh far from it, just go out and look at your street of water way. Mini vans and pontoon boats. BUT, HOLD ON, there is a twist in this plot.
Go find an ordinary boat to restore, the mini van of the day, financially it’s a dead end BTW, but the emotional reaction is insane. I recall restoring a Corvair in the late 70’s – NO ONE WAS DOING THAT, and yet, was cool as hell.
It evoked so much emotion, like restoring a Hornet Sportabout, on some level it’s cool. But has to be perfect and reflect the passion that made it in the first place. Vintage baby seats? Some Stucky’s Pecan Logs on the seat, maybe some 8 tracks playing Loverboy. HIT IT!
See? Some strange buried part of you likes that. Laughs, and connects. You love the passion. 99% of us will never be on the edge of extreme. But you can be passionate about the ordinary.
I guess my point is, to be part of the fun population of Woodyboaterville, anything is cool, as long as you are having fun and evokes some sort of reflection of that fun. HAPPY HEADER DAY! Hit refresh and a new old header will appear in a random way