Your Yanmar is under-performing.Before I could say "If it works, don't fix it," he took the trottle and wiped it out. I didn't need the engine to get to the fucking Islands. Or to Frisco or Baja. I just need it to get back and forth between the start line and the slip. Nothing was wrong 'til that ass hole put 'is hands on my boat. Now He's got me over the barrel. There's a word for that....
I know Yanmars.
I'll show you what's wrong.
Let me fix it for you.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Stranded in my Own Slip!
Right in the middle of successful Beer Can and CHRF seasons with two championships in play Psyché's Song has to take her first throw-out because of a dodgy engine. The lesson is, never, never call a mechanic until the engine quits on you. Mike's thinking he's god's gift to power yachts. He says,
Posted by R W Rawles at 11:25 PM