Dev75
Well-Known Member
Not sure where to start this recollection of events so here goes..........Our boat has been sitting in our back yard waiting for the water levels at the marina to drop so they can open the slips for the season. As I'm sulking and pondering why I remain in this area (oh yea, kids still in school) and finished nearly every pre-season polishing and buffing possible (to include the yearly 303 fabric guard on the playpen cover) I realize that a line of intense thunderstorms with tornado warnings are rapidly moving our way. Winds were pretty intense and I find that one of the poles punched through the top cap to the playpen cover and there is a huge amount of water pooled in the middle side portion of the cover - probably enough to fill a kids little plastic pool.
Two things make this worthy of a potential commercial for the 303 fabric guard product. One, the fact that not a drip of water seeped through that cover and the inside of the boat was bone dry and two, a rather disturbing visual was me inside the boat (picture a rather big portly guy) shoving my back up into that water from inside the boat trying to get it to drain off the side while making some newly discovered grunts and groans along with a few f bombs from underneath that cover. I exit the boat - sliding out the back and down the ladder to find my wife and son standing there shaking their heads while my wife explains that two neighbors asked her if I was ok.
I'm seriously going to need some therapy if I don't get that thing in the water soon. If you have ever experienced winters in Syracuse, NY you'll understand my need to get out on the boat.
Just thought I'd share and hopefully provide some comic relief for the night.
Two things make this worthy of a potential commercial for the 303 fabric guard product. One, the fact that not a drip of water seeped through that cover and the inside of the boat was bone dry and two, a rather disturbing visual was me inside the boat (picture a rather big portly guy) shoving my back up into that water from inside the boat trying to get it to drain off the side while making some newly discovered grunts and groans along with a few f bombs from underneath that cover. I exit the boat - sliding out the back and down the ladder to find my wife and son standing there shaking their heads while my wife explains that two neighbors asked her if I was ok.
I'm seriously going to need some therapy if I don't get that thing in the water soon. If you have ever experienced winters in Syracuse, NY you'll understand my need to get out on the boat.
Just thought I'd share and hopefully provide some comic relief for the night.
