A friend thought it a good idea to fill the inside of his Hobie Cat mast
with closed cell expanding foam to keep the boat from turtling when we, at times, dipped the mast
in the water
when barreling along. One unusually windy July day we decided to test the theory with me hiked out on the wire and him driving. Funny
thing how my position fore or aft on the flying hull
controlled the wet hull's displacement
. Just a little further forward- oops! Buried the bow...off I go like a tether ball for a complete aerial tour around the boat. Owww!, the skipper
yelped as I landed on him like a 200 pound bowling ball from on high. What? That didn't hurt so much. He writhed in self pity long enough for me to unwrap my tether and off we go again.
The closed cell foam was not too god an idea for a couple of reasons. One, it made the mast really stiff and affected the sailing performance and two, the boat turtled first chance it got. Dammit, now what? Big PITA, this turtling. I could hear wafts of music
from the band tuning up at the marina a couple of miles away. Visions of frosty beverages danced in my head
as we bobbed about, exhausted from trying to right the boat ourselves. A kind motorist came by and lent us some mechanical advantage, so back to the marina we blow.
He kept his boat in the yard right there by the boat ramp
, so since we would be sailing later, or tomorrow, I pulled her out, rigging
and all standing, to park her while we refreshed ourselves. I heard another yelp, but more like an "oh crap" yelp. Looking back to see what Skipper
was whining about this time, I noticed a large black cable laying across the back of the boat, then falling to the ground. Damn electric
gate stopped only half way open, so I decided it was important to slip through quick before it closed. Parked the boat, got out the car- hey, what happened to the music
? Why didn't the gate close? Why was the marina manager running up the hill toward us all red-faced? Why was the marina so quiet, except for some distant profanities? After all, it held over 500 boats and it was the Fourth of July, and a hot one at that.
The rest, as they say, is history
...and so might have I been, had I gone seeking that frosty beverage. With no electricity, it was probably hot by now anyway...