Orlando 76,
Wow, that guy sounds like a real idiot! I've never been called Joe Cool before...but I kind of like it.
Your story stretches what actually happened, but was a fortunate outcome, I agree. For the board's edification, it was a 22 year old boat with about 1300 hours on a carbed 351. Boat didn't get sold across the country sight unseen (although I had someone who committed over and over to buy it from across the country, as it was in fact the cheapest bubble back in the country, had a new interior, and stargazer...but I digress), it got sold locally, after a test drive, to someone who paid more than your friend had the opportunity to buy it, who I actually talked to recently and loves it. So, actually, I appreciated your "bad report". :) ;)
I'm not too proud to call these on myself:
Same lake that Orlando came to, but at a friend's beach where he has "blown" sand out creating a "drop" for better trailer angle for launching. I needed to launch my vdrive and he tells me to use his beach, a few hundred yards from where I live. In any event, I neglected to scope the width of said hole. I get going back and sure enough my boat is listing at like 30 degrees....and my truck is coming back, and back, and back. Sure enough, trailer is only halfway into this hole. I don't mean this hole is a few inches deeper, its like a 6 foot cliff, and dragging me in it! When all is said and done, I've got 6 inches of water in my back seat, boat floated off virtually sideways, and 2 diesels had to get me out. Figured it was a good reason to change the tranny and diff fluid. Knock on wood, still runs like a top.
I'm not proud of this one, but since we can all be self-deprecating, I'll tell it, briefly. A little off-topic, but was most certainly stupid. Had some coca-colas until closing time at an establishment on our lake. Plenty of moonlight for a barefoot run on the way home (on the boom, mind you, we didn't want to be unsafe). Since this was not planned, didn't have any barefoot gear so me and some buddies just took turns on the boom in our boxers. Seemed like a totally reasonable decision at the time. Of course, thinking this is a good idea to document, cameras are out and hand gestures are being offerred to the camera. Much like how Maverick greets the Russian Mig. In any event, I catch a toe and hang on, swing around, and stand back up. No biggie, I thought nothing of it at the time. However, while flopping on my stomach at 40 for a few seconds as I gathered myself, what I neglected to gather was my britches. So, unbeknownst to me at the time, upon my friends' realizing what had happened, they promptly tossed the rest of my clothes into the lake. A few hearty laughs, I drop, now realizing that I've got no boxers on. So, I get on the platform and ask my buddy for my shorts. Nothing but laughter. Finally, someone tells me the news. They're about a mile back. Now reality is setting in. I'm going to have to walk from my dock, under full moonlight, up to my house, with nothing. I scurry up (I think unnoticed by my neighbors) and think it's all over, and fall asleep next to my very understanding new wife...until..."WHAT THE F HAPPENED TO YOU LAST NIGHT?!!!!". Me: "Nothing, we were at ____, and came home". "Have you seen yourself in the mirror?!" This was around 6:00, so, the obvious answer was no, but intrigued, I made it vertical and examined myself. If you turned a 3 year old loose with magic markers for an hour they could not have duplicated the depth of color and square inch completion of my newly tatooed body. I was purple, green, and yellow, from my ear to my toes. It seems that the water texture was just perfect to have come close to removing my dermis. There I was, naked, discolored from head to toe, too embarrassed to speak. So, my wife spoke for me and broke the silence, "Guess you're not going to back to _____ with your friends any time soon are you?". "No, honey".