The saturday of the raising came. Gus was there bright and early to help load the ugly truckling. What could we possibly need? A lot of stuff. We filled the truck with everything we could think of.
The mast overhung fore and aft a long way. I felt like I was driving a tank. There were some tricky freeways and bad traffic between here and the marina. Surprisingly I had no trouble merging in. It's as if the other vehicles didn't want to be anywhere near me.