When I was a kid, my dad always pulled his 20' Santana out every fall and put in every spring. Or worse yet we would go trailer cruising. So many disasters and a shouting father were seen with that damned trailer. Now the Santana 20 is a fixed keel racer
, and draws about 5' So the trailer is terribly tall and has to be backed down with a long line attached to the truck with a third wheel
that swings down at the bow. He managed it most of the time pretty well. I said MOST of the time though!!!
Once he backed it into Klamath lake when it was to low and ran the axle of the trailer right off the end of the boat ramp. The boat and trailer dropped down hard onto the trailers frame, (luckly he left them attached) and tipped up to 90 degrees! My freaked out dad hit the brake! He then started working the clutch
and brought the boat and trailer down and the whole thing bounced hard on that front wheel
. Probaby crewed it up. (I remember a lot of welding done on that damned trailer) Ouch! Then he continues working that clutch
and revving the hell out of that tired old slant six, trying to pull the axle back up onto the ramp, only managing to turn the clutch into a smoky gas that smells bad! At this point the truck now has no clutch and an angry dad who can't get out because the e-brake sucks and there is no clutch and the engine
is a tired old six that couldn't hold the whole mess at incline even if there was a clutch left to hold it! So we run around, finally a guy with a tractor appears, chains up to the bumper and drags the whole mess out of harms way. I swore after that I would never own a boat on a trailer!
Another time I recall
watching him getting the trailer stuck under the dock
. See, if you don't let enough air out of the tires, the trailer can float... or maybe it had something to do with air in the frame. Anyway, the trailer floated just enough to scoot the fender
and wheel under the dock
. Dad hits the gas and comes up the ramp, only to come to a hard stop several feet later and us kids
, cringing yet again with dad and his 5' tall boat trailer, (we've gotten used to the fact that the jowls of hell open when dad wants to pull the boat.) as he gets out do discover a ramp dock at a very strange angle and the pads of the trailer that are out of the water rather close said strangle angled dock. I am not sure how he got it out from under that dock. I think I fell asleep while waiting. I do remember there being no fender
on the trailer after that!
Then there was the time as almost lost
the wheel. My brother reported from the back of the van that the wheel didn't look right. With the bearings somewhere back down the road and the wheel leaning in at some 20 or 30 degrees and smoke coming out of the axle - it was a long day of getting a new spindle welded on.
And there was the time my brother noticed some parts
falling off of the hitch (he liked to look out the back window as the 'mouse battle ship followed us (the boat while following the van down the road turned into a mouse battleship with little imaginary mice looking over the rail at as and doing stuff....yup before in car DVD
players. We had learned not to bother dad when he was driving! no seats belts back then either.) So we stopped to discover the hitch had nearly disintegrated. Good. Another day with dad yelling about that damned trailer.
I hated that trailer. The boat was great, but that trailer is surely in hell, burning people!!!