Dear Sailor,
In the Spring of 2013, I led a "Taste of Sailing" for a group of Boy Scouts with my buddy Jon. Jon wasn't much of a sailor, but he believed in the mission. Money was tight and he was doing me a favor. For reasons lost to time, only one DSC powerboat was operational... and "operational" was a euphemism at best.
It was a gusty spring day, with winds from the southeast. After running through all of the preliminaries, we did a short sail around some practice buoys...Then our motor cut out. I wish I could say that I was surprised, but that's how we got along in those days.
I did all the tricks one does, yanked on the pull cord, and the engine roared back to life. Desperate, we raced back to the docks so that I could attempt to launch an untitled and unregistered zodiac from "the beach," knowing that our powerboat would likely fail again. The engine sputtered but Jon limped back out to corral the kids.
Temporarily abandoned, the fleet of Access dinghies (Hansa 303s) scattered like a shotgun burst towards all points of the harbor. The seat on one boat broke; another was riding low in the water. Kids were screaming. By the time I'd dragged the rubber boat down the embankment, (thank goodness the engine worked), two of the dinghies were plastered against the Tiki Barge; one was on the rocks; and Jon was adrift in a beleaguered Whaler.
All of the youth made it back to the docks in one piece, but our lack of preparation caught up to us. Needless to say, the Scouting group did not return for a repeat experience.
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