Twice each year I have the privilege of transferring my boat 4 miles from either boat yard or launch ramp. This is done quite covertly.
You see, I find it ridiculous to pay to register a trailer for 2 days, 4 miles a year. It just seams silly. So in an act of civil disobedience, I don't.
Tues, the boat yard finally hoisted my boat from water to trailer and yesterday I enlisted the help of my partner in crime (dad).
The trick (for all you non-criminal types) is to pick the least policed road and have your partner drive immediately behind me because, oh yeah, the lights on the trailer don't work. I've not made the time to fix them and after this springs "temporary misplacement" of the trailer about 20 feet under water at the bottom of the launch ramp, I don't see the need. We drive in daylight.
Dad gets goosey about evading law enforcement officials and if things went south fast, I've no doubts the old man would roll on me, giving me up at the first sign of trouble. So I drive. I backed it into my yard in just one take. I rule at driving backwards (one of my super powers).
So, there she sits, soon to be in a tarp cocoon hibernating until spring. We'll keep her at least one more year (unless that currency to sea glass thing takes off). She did good this year, kept my family safe under fire (not a real fire, just gale force winds of a thunderstorm...). She's earned her keep.
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