All this “orama” stuff seams like drama soap opera. And since I don’t watch any TV or series on the boob tube anymore, I might as well create a few for myself. The real McCoy!
This week has been a bit odd. The tranny drama (from the previous post) got me into thinking about “stuff” and it’s all good. Even better when you hang with good company. Gustav and Hanna (no, not the hurricanes that hit Haiti a few years back) were back in town from New York (part of the prize you get when you win 3 awards making an outstanding movie like Shirley-Visions of Reality) and we hit the tavernas with ma Sis. Lots of good wine and conversation (about modern communications habits and New York and yada yada).
But back to Zoot Allures. Since the tranny is dead for the time being, it’s time to start with a new project. Replacing the cockpit steering wheel with a tiller! Why? Because it just takes up too much space in the cockpit and it is hydraulic which takes the “feel” out of boating. It’s impossible to get proper balancing feedback from your sail trim without the “feel”. Plus I find tillers to be sexier than wheels! So there!
Saturday I started taking it apart and disconnected various DC cabling which didn’t work anyway (compass light, horn button, windlass switch, a starter button(?) etc). Then I stared to bleed out some of the hydraulic fluids (ATF) from the lowest part…. the auto pilot. Well, I’ll tell ya… there’s nothing worse than seeing you boat bleed! It pretty much conforms the fact that Zoot Allures is officially dead! No motor and no steering. Plus the boat’s a mess. So I went home, curled up on my sofa with a blanket and read a book to get my mind off things.
It was actually pretty easy, a bit on the heavy side, we got alot of laughs! It’s not every day you do something like ripping the pedestal off a boat!! It was even funnier getting on the ground with leftover ATF dripping all over my face. But it’s off and my cockpit is huge!
Stay tuned …..for another exciting a “orama” series!
ps…. Dead boats are a mind-fuck. But this is something I’ve been “dieing” to do for 2 years. So we’re even!
pss… Plus it was Kostas birthday. What a fun packed weekend!!