Inspecting a sailboat during a pandemic

So I hope I don't die. That's about where I am today. Got back from Florida yesterday. Rented a car and drove to St. Augustine Tuesday. Took about 12 hours. Which is actually just a few hours longer than it would take to fly these days. Particularly with the level of security theater that surrounds aircraft and flying these days. And seemingly just as tiring.

The car was ok, and the trip as uneventful as you would wish. 

Hotels are strange now, but I managed, I think, to stay safe. People on the other hand, well some are obviously stupid. But that is to be expected in our current political environment, I guess. I find the dick nose wears of masks to be the most prevalent of the folks that won't wear a mask properly. Then you have the younger folks that pull it down so they can talk to us old folks. Which is not a great idea, however I'm amazed at how much I read lips versus hearing, or in conjunction with hearing. So I guess after hearing "huh?" a million times, that habit starts. Not a great habit. 

Did see a nice touch of discrimination while driving through South Carolina. White boy allowed in and out of the gas station I was using, unmasked, no issue. POC shows up and walks in to do business and the proprietor behind the counter starts yelling, "Mask, no service no mask!". 

The boat we are looking at had been sitting on the hard for a few years. So was full of raccoon poop and loads of footprints. It was a particularly beautiful Wednesday, not much wind, a nice bright sunny day. I was hoping that was auspicious, but it was not to be. But everyone arrived on time, we got in through the gate, and drove over to the boat. It's always interesting to see how a yard is laid out. This one was nicely regimented rows. Rows and rows of cats sitting on the hard. The one I was interested in unfortunately had a couple jet ski's stored under it, loads of sitting water, with the attendant hordes of mosquitoes. Exterior of the boat looked about what I expected. Worn, showing her years of baking in the sun, but not horrible. The yard had been out the previous day, trying to get a charge in the batteries. Fruitlessly as it turns out, but I skip ahead. The interior smell was certainly not bad. A mix of aged plastics and old diesel fuel. Not a lot of the mustiness you get when stuff sits and molders. The two solar powered fans in the overhead ports were still limping along moving air, so that may have helped. So we spent a couple hours poking around, I took pictures of all the drawers and cabinets to see what was still on board. Really not much. Which is ok, anything fabric will need to be thrown away and replaced. Found they built a tool chest into one of the drawer sets, which is nice. Looks like most of the tools were still there. Top bad the PO (previous owner) evidently never used them. 

I wasn't terribly surprised the batteries were flat. PO had stated that they were fresh, only a few years old, but they didn't leave a trickle charger on them to keep them up, so I guess sitting for two years in a Florida yard is enough to kill them. The start battery seemingly had just enough charge to kick the port engine over and start it. Which was great! Engine wheezed a few times, sputtered then started. White smoke yay! Water discharge, YAY! Things went downhill from there. 

But yeah, unfortunately the previous owner or owners deferred a ton of maintenance. So after a day getting sunburned by the Florida sun I headed back to the hotel then back home.

I eventually declined that particular boat.