Put it back where you got it from!
Those are the exact words I would have heard my old man mutter if he’d been around to see me pilfering tools from his shed. Sadly he passed away at the beginning of June and for the first time ever I didn’t have to worry about him hollering a well worn phrase to me.
After totally banjaxing my drill and not being able to fix it I thought he probably wouldn’t need his any more so I delved straight into the shed and nicked his. Along with a monkey wrench and his step ladder. Why the hell would I need a monkey wrench? I’ll get to that in a bit.
After looting the shed I drove back down to the boat and the plan for the day was to continue drilling the rivets out of the superstructure so I could separate it from the hull. With the correct drill bit this time! It didn’t take long to finish drilling all the rivets and screws out and before long I realised that I would need to start playing musical chairs with the kegs and planks of wood in order to rip the now loose bits of super structure off of the boat.
Some parts of the structure came off easily and once off revealed remnants of paint, rubber sealant and a fuck ton of previously drilled holes. In hindsight I’m actually glad I wasn’t impatient enough to just slap a coat of paint on the boat and fling it on to the water right at the start of this journey. Some parts though refused to come off at all. The reason? I’ve alluded to it a few times but I’m sure the previous owner was a fucking retard. Said retard had previously fibreglassed the superstructure to the hull. And since my cutting tools were all fu-ucked from the previous day it was a bit of a struggle to get certain parts of the boat off. I persevered with the easier parts and then started to sand layers of paint and sealant off:
Happy days, it’s starting to look a bit tidier now notwithstanding the irritations of not being able to get some parts off. So. Monkey wrench. Well in the last image above you can see the holes in the transom have white fittings. Inside the hull there are big plastic nuts which I’ve never been able to yank off for love nor money. Firstly because I’ve never had a spanner big enough and secondly before I removed the insides of the boat never really had access. As it turns out the wrench was of no use to me whatsoever. Those nuts were tighter than a teenager’s blue balls after spending a less than innocent night with his girlfriend. Solution? Well I’m essentially going to castrate the boat this weekend when I go down there.
The parts of the superstructure are really starting to piss my OCD off so in addition to castration this weekend I will be cutting them off with brand new blades I bought earlier this week. More of that in the next post.
Oh! I remembered to put the old man’s tools back.
