Here I sit at the end of a very emotional week.
The men of Edgecomb Boat Works have started on American Beauty and my friend Mike is now showing me the things my survey missed, some minor and some may have been deal breakers at the time of purchase.
Since we had another one foot snow storm on Wednesday I chose to stay home for the day. Mike called to say we needed to talk about a few things so I made the four mile trip, in the car with studded snow tires, to spend a couple hours at the boat shop discussing intended use and a myriad of options.
Being a little frustrated with the amount needed to get this boat up to where I really want her, I started searching Craigs List and other sites just to see what else is out there. (Are we a sick bunch or what?) I found this Formula, which is a boat I would have just about died for 10 years ago. I (semi)jokingly sent a picture to Mike saying if he wanted to buy American Beauty I would go buy the Formula and be done with all this silly restoration stuff.
Thursday morning I got a call from Mike saying maybe I should drop this boat and buy the Formula (kind of concerning coming out of the mouth of a wood boat guy). He went on to say that one of his guys who is working on the AB found some rot up front, but he had not had the chance to climb in her to see how bad it is.
This news sent me into a tailspin. I called Sandi (my boatress) so we could meet for lunch and talk about this news even though we did not have any real information yet.
All afternoon I struggled thinking this would probably be the last straw for me. Even though it made me feel like crying I would have to cut my losses, could get most of my money back by selling the WBR engines and all the chrome (which was redone before I bought her), or maybe find someone willing to spend the money to do what is really needed to save this beautiful piece of art.
After several hours of reeling over this horrible decision without much information I decided to wait no longer and called Mike on his cell phone to find out how bad the rot really is. To my great relief he said it was insignificant and he had sent me an e-mail explaining that. (I don’t get my e-mail on the road)
Even though it made for very challenging afternoon this was a good experience for me because it made me realize how attached I am to AB and the dream of running her up and down the Maine coast. It makes the smaller decisions about her restoration much easier.