Okay. This is bad. This is really really bad. I’ll go back and start from the beginning. Over the last couple of months, my dad has been teaching me how to fish. It’s kind of a big deal, we haven’t been close … well, pretty much ever, and fishing was always something he did with my brothers. I was never allowed to come with them, so I never learned. Now, though, in an effort to reconnect, he’s decided to let me come out on the boat with him. For the past couple of months or so we’ve been out just about every weekend, and I’ve improved a lot. Last weekend, he wasn’t feeling very well, but dad asked me to go out on the water on my own for the first time. Everything was going really well, until the very end. As I was loading the boat back onto the trailer, something went wrong with the anchor winch. Melbourne can be really expensive when it comes to things like boat repairs, and dad’s such a miser that he never does it if he has to, so he’s always told me to watch out for it. But, as I watched on with horror, the anchor dropped onto the tarmac and the winch started to furiously unwind. Suddenly, I heard a loud clunk and before I knew it the boat had snapped the part of the trailer holding it in place and had fallen onto the tarmac, in line with the anchor.
It was, without a doubt, one of the worst moments of my life. Not only is the hull of the boat dented beyond belief, but I’m definitely going to need to find someone who does boat trailer repairs in Melbourne. Far out. I just hope I can manage to clean up this mess before my dad finds out.