Yesterday, I finally was able to put into words the feelings I had since I learned my Dad had gone over to the dark side and purchase a power boat. I equate it to learning your Dad is the root of all evil, the very source of all that is wrong in the world, the ruler of an evil empire.
Earlier this year, my parents purchased a floating barge, er, 43 foot trawler. Their dream of floating off into the sunset will now be completed with a smelly belch of diesel whilst they contribute to terrorists and global warming.
Apparently hell bent on coasting into the grave penniless, my parents just closed on a condo while their boat is eating cash tied up to a dock in Georgia like my brother scarfing shrimp at a raw bar. I still haven't got my head around it.
Gone is the bearded man from the 70s that would use the motor as a last resort and even then, resented it. The Iron Genny (a genoa is a forward sail on a boat) got us through some tough times but also was the cause of many others.
Now, it's my Dad's only game in town. Want to go somewhere, crank the engine. Wanna charge up the batteries? Crank the engine.
Gone is my Dad's "go with the breeze" attitude. Gone is the free love of working with nature. Now he drives a boat around instead of helms one. A nasty path of pollution in his wake. Oh, and I can't wait to see the tsunami of a wake this thing will reap unsuspecting sailors like me.
Join him? Never!
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John Deere that sips 3.3 gals/hr that delivers incredibly quiet reliable propulsion that is not subject to the vagaries of the wind.
The moral of the story is never ever say never