And I'm not liking it a bit. Selling Das Boot. At a huge discount. Hurts. All those memories of 22 years sold out for a song and a dance. Trophy Wife and I arguably still have a lot of sailing in us. How much more is uncertain. But the writing is on the wall. We both are becoming frail with slow-moving but incurable diseases. My Most Valuable Player (in the crew) and best friend has bought his own boat. In these dark days of winter I feel the wind chill of change. So I have to endure the idiocies of arrogant diesel 'specialists' who want to measure my fuel oil in their laboratories. Not to mention a buyer who doesn't like that Das Boot doesn't sport seat pads or dodgers, or that her 150 feet of chain plus rode is in my back yard. And what's this? No roller-reefing? I'm clearly paying the price for abusing a cruising boat by racing her. It's cruisers who are in my market. What a fool I have been. Das Boot is irreplaceable. 22+ years of memories, good & bad, cannot be replaced or adequately compensated. Every time I step aboard these days, my topsiders are treading on hallowed decks and floor boards. I am in a cathedral. That's what it feels like it as I run her engine. Check her bilge. Empty her dehumidifier. Stroke the foot of her incredible mast. And whisper a blessing before disembarking. May your new owner love & trust you as we have.