Analog Boating! It’s A Thing.
One simple turn of the key, connecting the starter to the flywheel, the engine ignites with a rumble and your heart starts. It hit us here at Woody Boater that there may be a new term for the world we live in that is not defined by the material that our boats are made of. Our boats are mechanical and void of any fancy electronics or other stuff that goes out of date, or randomly fails for no reason other than its made of plastic and has electronics in it. We are “Analog Boaters”! Sure I will admit that certain safety sensors and such are all huge deals. But do we really need digital dash boards? There is a pure simplistic beauty in the purity of mechanical stuff.
There is an artistic element also, knowing that our boats regardless of material used are all hand made, designed by hand, and built by hand. No robots, or computers. Just drawing boards, talent and human emotion all put together in the boat you love. That is art no matter how you look at it. You can feel it in the slight imperfections of humanity
I have said many times that there is not an ugly part on many of our boats. Maybe just my mug, but each and every part has a purpose, and in that there is a truthiness to it all. Heck even a 3 inch copper pipe is beutiful and purposeful. That’s what its about, there is clean purity of it all. Even varnish is a pure thing. It’s clear, and only enhances what lies beneath those coats of clear lust. So next time you are out there on your boat, celebrate the analogness of it all. Because, you my fellow Analog Boater are the most critical analog thing on the boat.
Just under three more weeks of Digital Boating for me until launch day.
It is definitely a thing. I love simplicity and quality and beauty of design. It’s just the best to be able to take stuff apart and fix it, maintain it and keep it looking great, knowing what’s wrong with something when it doesn’t work quite right. Today’s products are over engineered and just not tinkerable or repairable. Check Engine Light. Do we really need that?
Although I am forced at work to conform to a digital world, I do relish the relative analog simplicity of classic wood boating. As stated, stuff still breaks down and a “reboot” of the “system” usually will not fix the analog boat’s issue, but that is part of the fun. Its a bit if a culture shock thing when young passengers can’t find a USB port on board to plug in their “wireless” device for charging. Or teaching how to start a 60 plus year old engine and they cannot understand what the CHOKE knob’s function could possibly mean, let alone how to operate it. Part of the stewardship of owning a wood boat is passing on the knowledge of how things originated and how they still should be appreciated.
Does Analog boating require leaving the iPhone on the dock?
Not when it is also the on-board GPS.
That said, I really like analog, also. No firmware updates, no having to visualize what the firmware is doing, and you can see all the wires without trying to figure out what the virtual ones look like. Although I am impressed the Evinrude makes a current 25-30 hp rope start (no battery) outboard that has electronic direct fuel and oil injection. That’s pretty impressive.
And this from a guy who spent 40+ years in the IT industry.
I think you are allowed to use digital technology to take pictures and video, and of course, call for help when there is an analog anomaly.
One of the Eagle’s, Joe Walsh says it well in his solo tune “Analog Man”
You Tube it.
Whoa!! that is an oxymoron.
And since we have introduced songs on the topic, we must include Rush’s The Analog Kid…
A hot and windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they’re rocking in the breeze
The boy lies in the grass with one blade
Stuck between his teeth
A vague sensation quickens
In his young and restless heart
And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart
The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dream
And her voice rings in his ears
Like the music of the spheres
The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
The boy pulls down his baseball cap
And covers up his eyes
Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings
Too many things on my mind
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m hoping to find
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m leaving behind…
You move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me
Don Palmer needs to post transom shot of his Continental… 🙂
Analog… it’s not a thing! It’s a Passion!
Dick, you know that one well as you have the same symptoms on steroids!
Oops! wrong picture first. Here is Analog.
I have a dirty little secret… (don’t tell Analog) She is using a Pertronix in the distributor… Ouch!
Don what is her hull number?
I steward 013 for Mom and my brother has 070 (technically a ’58 even though she left the factory in 11/57)
my hull number is CL21056
Nice! Right in between.