Over the years and being blessed with waterfront property I have enjoyed boating. Spanning thirty years and 6 or 8 boats I must report a very interesting phenomenon.
Despite the crude urban legend about the size of a mans boat defining his manliness my experience has been different. Every succeeding boat I've owned has been smaller then it's predecessor. The diminishing size of each watercraft may have something to do with the expense of repairing the endless list of boat thingies that break. Or, the trend towards smaller boats may reflect a late in life spat of common sense (this is Peggy's favorite explanation). Or, perhaps swimming my final laps, the question of size, in all matters, is less important !
Now, as you admire my newly purchased yacht atop my old car realize the lack of moving parts and eventual expenses. Indeed, while I cannot entertain any overnight guests or socials, I will save all those Franklin's disappearing down the porta potty. The only real mechanical challenge will be managing my diminished muscles. According to the Wallmart Nautical Instruction Manuel, it seems one must properly smack the waters surface with the oars to cause the damn thing to move.
Wish me luck and bon voyage !
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