- Feb 4, 2007
- 7,251
- Boat Info
- 1996 450DA, TNT, Caribe dink w/15hp OB.
- Engines
- 3126 427HP TD transmissions
I'm sitting in my slip sunday morning enjoying a cup of coffee in my PJ's after a nice sleep on the boat.
Breaking the silence of a calm peaceful morning, I hear an engine rev Very Very close to the bow of my boat. I jump out of the cabin to see a 27 footer racing toward my bow. I stand in amazement as he tags my anchor. I race up to the bow to fend off the monster, just then the engines gun in reverse. Ohhhhh so close to tagging the boat on the other side. People emerge from their boats to see what's going on. engines gun in forward, he's now at a very bad angle and out of control. 20 or so people run out to the end of their fingers to give a hand or at least fend off the monster. The wind is now pushing him down as he guns forward, reverse, forward. I see $1000 signs flashing each time the engine revs.
"Where are you trying to go????, what are you doing???? Stop the engines!!!!" are yells from the people. No response. Ohhhhh, tags the anchor of a brand new 34' formula. "Let us help you!!!! Pull over here!!!!" are more yells from the freightened crowd. He responds in broken english, "I'm in A30"
I pause and look at my number....... A29.... He's right next to me!!!!!!!!!
The engines gun and he rights himself and is heading in my direction very fast. I yell down below to my girlfriend to get out cause there is a scary monster approaching. My dog runs and hides in the aft berth. I yell "put the engines in neutral!!!!!!! Slow down!!!!!!" He points to the spot next to me. Wheel Cranks over and engines gun, everyone braces themselves for a crash landing......
BANG!!!! Nose into the dock.
Everyone runs to grab the boat before he has time to throttle the engines anymore. Must tie him down. Ropes are litterally breaking as they tie them to the cleats, they are rotted. His wife is standing at the slip holding a bag as a swarm of concerned owners decend on the slip. I'm pushing his boat off mine as spiders on his boat are trying to escape onto my arms to safety.
Engine shuts off..... It's very very silent now except for the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.
I shake the spiders off my arms and wipe the crud off my hands from his boat. I walk over to his boat to give him some ropes to tie down with. I take a look at my anchor, ehhh.... a little scuff, no biggie. He appologizes and I help him secure his boat. Barely speaks english. His wife is still standing in the same exact spot.... holding the bag.
I compose myself enough to have a conversation with him as best I could with his broken english. Out of the conversation I get that his boat is a 1999 formula that he bought new, has 450 hours on the engine. boat looks like it's 50 years old. I quickly calculate the number of hours per year to try and figure out how many times he takes his boat out every season.
I walk back to my boat, go down below and cry "Ohhhhh Nooooo, Why Meeeeeeee".
Breaking the silence of a calm peaceful morning, I hear an engine rev Very Very close to the bow of my boat. I jump out of the cabin to see a 27 footer racing toward my bow. I stand in amazement as he tags my anchor. I race up to the bow to fend off the monster, just then the engines gun in reverse. Ohhhhh so close to tagging the boat on the other side. People emerge from their boats to see what's going on. engines gun in forward, he's now at a very bad angle and out of control. 20 or so people run out to the end of their fingers to give a hand or at least fend off the monster. The wind is now pushing him down as he guns forward, reverse, forward. I see $1000 signs flashing each time the engine revs.
"Where are you trying to go????, what are you doing???? Stop the engines!!!!" are yells from the people. No response. Ohhhhh, tags the anchor of a brand new 34' formula. "Let us help you!!!! Pull over here!!!!" are more yells from the freightened crowd. He responds in broken english, "I'm in A30"
I pause and look at my number....... A29.... He's right next to me!!!!!!!!!
The engines gun and he rights himself and is heading in my direction very fast. I yell down below to my girlfriend to get out cause there is a scary monster approaching. My dog runs and hides in the aft berth. I yell "put the engines in neutral!!!!!!! Slow down!!!!!!" He points to the spot next to me. Wheel Cranks over and engines gun, everyone braces themselves for a crash landing......
BANG!!!! Nose into the dock.
Everyone runs to grab the boat before he has time to throttle the engines anymore. Must tie him down. Ropes are litterally breaking as they tie them to the cleats, they are rotted. His wife is standing at the slip holding a bag as a swarm of concerned owners decend on the slip. I'm pushing his boat off mine as spiders on his boat are trying to escape onto my arms to safety.
Engine shuts off..... It's very very silent now except for the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.
I shake the spiders off my arms and wipe the crud off my hands from his boat. I walk over to his boat to give him some ropes to tie down with. I take a look at my anchor, ehhh.... a little scuff, no biggie. He appologizes and I help him secure his boat. Barely speaks english. His wife is still standing in the same exact spot.... holding the bag.
I compose myself enough to have a conversation with him as best I could with his broken english. Out of the conversation I get that his boat is a 1999 formula that he bought new, has 450 hours on the engine. boat looks like it's 50 years old. I quickly calculate the number of hours per year to try and figure out how many times he takes his boat out every season.
I walk back to my boat, go down below and cry "Ohhhhh Nooooo, Why Meeeeeeee".
