The boat is cleaning up pretty well. Although the trailer wheels are a lost cause. The tires are flat and off the rims, but the wheels are so rusted I can't get the lug nuts off. I may need to wait for the next "great flood" to get this thing launched.
Tony told me it is a "FINN" sailboat. So, I searched to see what kind of boat is a Finn. Here is what I found:
"A one-man centerboard dinghy, the Finn requires tremendous physical exertion and mental concentration. This combination of excellent craft with sophisticated competitor makes Finn racing unique.
Finn sailors are strong, fit and tolerant of long periods of concentration and physical exertion. Averaging more than 6' in height, they weigh in at 175+ lbs. and are unusually tough."
(quoted from http://www.ussailing.org/olympics/classes.htm, hope that's allowed).
So, let's see:
Finn sailors: over 6' tall
Me: significantly UNDER 6' tall
Finn sailors: 175+ pounds
Me: not EVEN (although, I suppose this is more adjustable than height)
Finn sailors: Unusually tough
Me: wuss
So...I'm getting increasingly intimidated by the prospect of cutting my sailing teeth on an olympic class heavy sailing ding-ee. The more I think about it, the more I get a scared feeling in my stomach. That's where the scared feelings live, not in my heart. That's where the cholesterol lives. On second thought, I'm not scared of trying to sail this boat as much as I'm scared of trying to back it down the boat ramp. I have a mental image of launching not only the boat, but also my car, into the river. I just don't know if I can face the prospect of having to get my car towed out of the Columbia, all radioactivated and glowing. I know....I'll drive Taylor's car. Good, problem solved. Now, how to fix those trailer wheels.
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