Pachanga Boy
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It's official I hate my boat. :smt021Since I've taken ownership of this 270 I have yet to enjoy a weekend on the water. after an extended weekend of nothing but more problems, more mishaps, more things breaking and digging deeper into my wallet I dont' know how much more I can take before the For Sale sign comes out. seemed anything I touched either sank, broke, or cost me money. if you'd like to have a nice laugh and wallow in misery with me you can read my timeline of follies below. but basically at this point after 6 months of ownership I've never felt so upsidedown about a bout in my life. sure we all have some bad weekends, but honestly I can't remember ever having a good one! I honestly am beginning to think this thing is cursed. I mean is it the age of the boat? Did I just buy that big of a turd? Did the man upstairs figure I was living it up to well?
Thursday night:
tried to prime the raw water pump for the A/C tried every method nothing. disconnect the pump put it on the dock box to bench test or at least take with me to the store so I have an idea what I'm looking for. go down in the cabin to grab some tools and chat with the admiral about my plan. down in the cabin 10 minutes and all of a sudden "kasploosh" magically it fell off the dock box and into the drink...no wind, no wakes, not a soul around. it's hot, I have no A/C and all I have is a bleak memory of what he pump looked like...only comfort is I'm fairly certain it was toast anyways. drive to west marine. missed closing time by 3 minutes.
Friday:
after no sleep thanks to the muggy cabin condtions. 3 trips to the hardware store, west marine, a nice bill and 3.5 hours of my time late and finally get A/C up and running. time to sit back and relax the weekend has begun...put up canvas and another end piece cracks and breaks off...nevermind I didn't want to really relax hey honey for fun lets go visit west marine and blow another hour of my time!
Saturday:
start troubleshooting the fresh water system pump. got power, pump is toast. screw it I'm not repeating friday. decide I need on the water and need away from the boat for a little bit. inflate dinghy, start up outboard, decided to putt around the area. 20 minutes later engine dies, fuel pouring out of carb, funny how it ran fan in the driveway perfectly 3 days prior. nothing like a nice 30 minute row back to shore to cap off your afternoon. screw it all, where'ss the alcohol
Sunday:
wake up, sit down in the cockpit with a cup of coffee figuring nothing else could possibly go wrong because I have no plans of going anywhere or doing anything. Everything is either brand new, fixed or already broken. I think it's going to be an alright day....bilge pump kicks on pours an oil slick and about 5 gallons of water. Time for a long walk and some deep breathes. I figure I'll take the dog and wife with me I need a little distraction and someone to listen to me.....dog decided he hates neighbors dog, neighbor doesn't have dog on a leash dog, fight ensues complete with teeth. at which point now my dog has decided that he hates all dogs at the marina...wife offically crying, dog is now growling or barking every 5 minutes...this weekend just keeps finding new ways to get better.
Monday:
wake up, grab my coffee, honestly nervous to even sit down. no lie as I'm thinking, "huh well now that I think about it the bilge pump hasn't clicked on except for that one time maybe it was just a........"brrrrrr" like clock work bilge pump kicks on. first time in 24 hours...how magical of a moment.
hey surprise coast guard inspection!...hey I failed!
that's it, lets go for broke, I don't care if we sink. I honstly may celbrate if we do. I need a reminder of why we boat...the water! start engines, leave the dock, nervous wreck, expecting catastrophic failure. to my amazement it all goes well. Alas I'm finally enjoying myself, light spray, the wind, the sun maybe it's going to be okay, I know how much this boat means to the wife and I'll find a way to make it right for her its worth it. admiral looks at me and says....this boat sucks. I miss the Pachanga, I miss relaxing, life was so much easier, you were a happier man and I'm worried this boat may have been a mistake. If you want to suck up our losses and sell that's fine....afternoon officially ruined.
monday night:
drive home wondering why I own the 270 since no one seems to enjoy it. weekend over, what a mess, time to unpack, unwind put all the troubles behind us. I'm exhausted. just want a shower and go to bed. unload the car and find a coolant dripping under the car. R U Fing kidding me! open hood hoping for something simple....nope it's the water pump. time for a stiff drink. come inside to find the wife crying again, turns out the fridge door wasnt' fully closed from packing the cooler on Thursday and it's reading a balmy 75 degrees. I've never been hit on so many fronts of bad luck in my life!!!
Thursday night:
tried to prime the raw water pump for the A/C tried every method nothing. disconnect the pump put it on the dock box to bench test or at least take with me to the store so I have an idea what I'm looking for. go down in the cabin to grab some tools and chat with the admiral about my plan. down in the cabin 10 minutes and all of a sudden "kasploosh" magically it fell off the dock box and into the drink...no wind, no wakes, not a soul around. it's hot, I have no A/C and all I have is a bleak memory of what he pump looked like...only comfort is I'm fairly certain it was toast anyways. drive to west marine. missed closing time by 3 minutes.
Friday:
after no sleep thanks to the muggy cabin condtions. 3 trips to the hardware store, west marine, a nice bill and 3.5 hours of my time late and finally get A/C up and running. time to sit back and relax the weekend has begun...put up canvas and another end piece cracks and breaks off...nevermind I didn't want to really relax hey honey for fun lets go visit west marine and blow another hour of my time!
Saturday:
start troubleshooting the fresh water system pump. got power, pump is toast. screw it I'm not repeating friday. decide I need on the water and need away from the boat for a little bit. inflate dinghy, start up outboard, decided to putt around the area. 20 minutes later engine dies, fuel pouring out of carb, funny how it ran fan in the driveway perfectly 3 days prior. nothing like a nice 30 minute row back to shore to cap off your afternoon. screw it all, where'ss the alcohol
Sunday:
wake up, sit down in the cockpit with a cup of coffee figuring nothing else could possibly go wrong because I have no plans of going anywhere or doing anything. Everything is either brand new, fixed or already broken. I think it's going to be an alright day....bilge pump kicks on pours an oil slick and about 5 gallons of water. Time for a long walk and some deep breathes. I figure I'll take the dog and wife with me I need a little distraction and someone to listen to me.....dog decided he hates neighbors dog, neighbor doesn't have dog on a leash dog, fight ensues complete with teeth. at which point now my dog has decided that he hates all dogs at the marina...wife offically crying, dog is now growling or barking every 5 minutes...this weekend just keeps finding new ways to get better.
Monday:
wake up, grab my coffee, honestly nervous to even sit down. no lie as I'm thinking, "huh well now that I think about it the bilge pump hasn't clicked on except for that one time maybe it was just a........"brrrrrr" like clock work bilge pump kicks on. first time in 24 hours...how magical of a moment.
hey surprise coast guard inspection!...hey I failed!
that's it, lets go for broke, I don't care if we sink. I honstly may celbrate if we do. I need a reminder of why we boat...the water! start engines, leave the dock, nervous wreck, expecting catastrophic failure. to my amazement it all goes well. Alas I'm finally enjoying myself, light spray, the wind, the sun maybe it's going to be okay, I know how much this boat means to the wife and I'll find a way to make it right for her its worth it. admiral looks at me and says....this boat sucks. I miss the Pachanga, I miss relaxing, life was so much easier, you were a happier man and I'm worried this boat may have been a mistake. If you want to suck up our losses and sell that's fine....afternoon officially ruined.
monday night:
drive home wondering why I own the 270 since no one seems to enjoy it. weekend over, what a mess, time to unpack, unwind put all the troubles behind us. I'm exhausted. just want a shower and go to bed. unload the car and find a coolant dripping under the car. R U Fing kidding me! open hood hoping for something simple....nope it's the water pump. time for a stiff drink. come inside to find the wife crying again, turns out the fridge door wasnt' fully closed from packing the cooler on Thursday and it's reading a balmy 75 degrees. I've never been hit on so many fronts of bad luck in my life!!!
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