Step 2: From Yard to Marina
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.