The End of an Era

So the dream came to an end. I had planned to rock the stang for years to come. As fate would have it she would only make it to 95,000 miles. Her head gasket blew and without the time or space to fix her, the hardest decision had to be made. She has gone to be with others like her and it was only fitting that a rusty old man named chuck creaked his modified pickup to take her off to his shop. May she give the next person as many great times as she gave me.

The Maiden Voyage

On a warm overcast day two men leaped from the dock, over the gunnel and into a boat. With only the words of a couple of instructional books they raised the mail sail, sheeted in, and sailed off into the horizon. Within minutes the wetsuits were coming off, they are hot! Sweat was pouring from their brows, and the jib was raised. As the boat healed over, they rocked the rudder and off they were. A jibe at the buoy, a rocky change of sides, and back to the dock they were headed. Slowly they moved toward the dock, for later they would learn that their sails were not positioned for a run. They creeped into the dock with precision, tied the vessel off, and exchanged a highfive, for the are now sailors.