Buying a boat is a curious thing. For me it could be broken down into a series of events over a few days.
Me: No serious notions about owning a boat.
Manuel: “Hey I’m thinking about getting a boat and I’m looking for others that are interested. Want to come look at this one with me tomorrow?”
Rational Me: “I don’t have time for this, but it wouldn’t hurt to look. If anything I can be moral support.”
Rational Me: “Good God that boat needs a lot of work! I don’t have the time or money for this. Good luck to Manuel and Ben!”
Irrational Me: “Well it was kind of cool…”
Irrational Me: “It was cool, wasn’t it!? You’ve always wanted a sailboat. Maybe it’s time to fullfill that dream, and you like fixing stuff up. Think of the adventure! That’s it, I’m buying a boat!”
Rational Me: *crickets chirping*
Irrational Me: “Woohoo! I just bought a boat!”
Rational Me: “Hey sorry, I had to take some time off. I hope I didn’t miss anyth- Holy shit you bought a boat?! Are you crazy??”
Rational Me: “Wow this is going to be a lot of work. It needs an anchor, a battery, new sheeting, … the deck is a mess… that part is broken… What idiot buys a boat with no rudder?!”
Irrational Me: “Wheeee!!”
… and so begins the chronicle of Me, Kyle, along with Ben and Manuel as we set out on an adventure to breathe new life into our yet-to-be-named Shark 24.