My adventure continues: My very good mechanic
in Alameda, Martin Chin advised me to get the water
out of my engine
by pulling the drain plug
and letting it drip for a day, which I did. My new found Aussie friend from this forum Mike came over and we ran around town looking for parts
without much success, but that's another story. New oil
, new filter, repaired hose, life is good in the Peoples Republic of Berkeley, I'm ready to go. So, Friday morning after running the iron genny for a bit off I go.
isn't bad, some chop on the bay and way too much spray on my new pilot house windows, but life is good despite the fog
. I love being at sea, even if sea is just a bay. The old girl is making an easy six knots, I'm not pushing her as I just want to get to Napa and I've got plenty of time. By the time I clear the San Rafael bridge the fog
has cleared, I'm a happy deaf man. Except I'm smelling exhaust
and I shouldn't. Ohhh pooop.
Down below things aren't as bad as I feared, the main exhaust
hose that I'd planned to replace in Napa has a 1.5" tear and some exhaust is coming out but not much water. Duct tape to the rescue
, does not work this time. Finally give up and shut down the engine
on the far side of The Brothers to do a proper repair with some spare rubber gasket
material and hose clamps. Works like I charm, the engine is hard to turn over, but she does and we're off. Then the oil gauge starts fluctuating. Shoot, forgot to check the oil when I did the exhaust repair, so I shut down engine to check oil, which is fine, no sign of water, still clear even though we've been motoring about 3 hours at this point.
Turn the key to crank her back up.....nothing. A weak groan at best. ****. Check battery
, it's fine. Still won't turn over. Splice spare battery
just to be sure I've got plenty of amps....no go. Many many expletives undelete. Vessel Assist, remember me?
My best buddy in Arizona makes the call for me all the while questioning my sanity but he gets sea sick in the bath tub, so it's ok. VA arrives in time, my new best friend is a young kid with three buddies along for the ride. I'm eager to make the draw bridge on the Napa river before it closes at 5:30 so off we go at 7.5 knots. Fast is good, towing me right in the boats wake and prop wash makes steering
a challenge, but I an live with that. We blow by the Napa river entrance because the boy is too preoccupied with his buddies and just then the tow line snaps but they are so into their good time they don't know it and leave me behind. A toot on my horn gets their attention and we re-rig the line. We clear the draw bridge with time to spare making 8.4 knots. This kid is in a hurry I guess.
We arrive at Napa still making 8+ knots and he finally slows down just a bit. I expect he will drop the bow tow and come along side to guide me into the pier, but he doesn't. The kids
in a hurry you see. So, we come roaring into the marina way too fast bow line only. I get lined up with dock
and yell at kid to slow me down, but he ignores me. We're going waaaaaay too fast. The marina manager is there and he's telling the kid the same thing I am, SLOW DOWN, but the kids
in a hurry. I'm lined up to dock
, throw my line to the manager, but the kid forgets 26T of boat does not stop just because you want it to. Manager and I are both yelling at kid, but to no avail. Finally he realizes we are in fact coming in waaaaay to fast, but as he's only rigged the bow line, there is nothing he can do.
I brace for impact, which was surprisingly soft all things considered. See if you can match the the damage to the part of the boat that did the damage! The object of Mariah's affection was the dock in front of the fuel
shack and the roof flashing of said shack. Gawd I love steel
Anyway, all settled in here. This is a nice place, I'm happy. I suspect the engine problem has to do with immersed starter. Things could be worse.