Yesterday a fellow Woody Boater Danny Holden and local wood boat nut like us, showed up with a Baby Gal and left her at our door step. Yes, the poor dear had been out in the cold, heat, and cold again for decades. Clearly she had a full life, and looks like she got dropped off just in time…ish at the wayward home for neglected babes.
Baby Gal is a 1941 17 Barrel Back. She is more of a title and serial number than anything, but I fall for those insane lines every time. And now, she is a work of drift wood shaped like a boat parked at the door step.
She did not have a name, but a history of being used A LOT by some very cool guys who knew how to get her going. She had a small block V8 in her, and some tricky bottom work, as well as being fiberglassed. But that rear shape is unmistakable, and glorious. No hardware, just lines and dreams.
One may think, what the hell? Okay thats what the Boatress said. Really? What in the hell? And what about Baby Chick? To be fare, she is right. And well. she said those first words… “We will have to get rid of all this stuff one day” WAIT? Is she thinking I am going to croak soon? Are we already talking about my ultimate retirement? But dear, we just had a Baby Gal?
TUNE IN TOMORROW, WE HAVE AN AMAZING CIRCLE OF WOODY BOATER LIFE STORY. TRUST ME, YOU WILL, LAUGH, CRY, AND well.. sip some coffee and go to the bathroom.