Alright sports fans, it's been a long week and a half of remedial learning, boat maintenance, and tedious shipyard work. I'm sitting here at the computer drinking a chilly, glacial Canadian beer and smiling because FINALLY the last of the pressure washing is finished, the tools, grease, and corrosion spray is put away, and - yesssssir, my Grady White is damn near almost ready to go fishing.
My hands and clothes tell the story of the last few days. Several fresh splotches of 4200 Fast Cure on the jeans and under the finger nails, various 3M solvents, stains, and lacquers waft from my chemically tanned pores like cologne, and all manner of grease and oil from dark, deep corners of the boat brought to light on just about every inch of clothing that i own.
It's been a loooooong time since i successfully completed a forensic autopsy like this on a boat, and after five years of near-death experience in storage i'm happy to say i've managed to breath some life back into the old girl once again.
I'm dropping the Grady off at the Yamaha clinic on my way out of town tomorrow, in hopes that when i return all engine systems will be firing as normal.
Which brings me to my next revelation. Where, pray tell, do we go tomorrow???
To Panama, to Panama, to Panama again...
What kind of treasures could lay ahead...
What sort of adventures daylight said...
My kind of madness, true to name...
To Panama, to Panama, to Panama again...
OK...too much time cleaning with solvents today or what?!?!?!
Somewhere between here, and Panama, and Cabo, and Socorro, and eventually PV over the next three weeks there's going to be some magic out there for me. Until then, amigos, it's up to us to wait and see....
Giddy up!!!!


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