Day Zero

The day before I left to come back to college at the end of the summer, my dad asked me if I wanted a sailboat. After talking about it, I agreed to get it. Some guy my dad works with has an old Y Flyer class sailboat out behind his house just growing weeds. It's not in terrible shape. From the pictures and the guy, the fiberglass is intact, save for one crack in the bow. Most of the wood is rotten, but the hardware is all good. There is no apparent rudder in sight. The sails are in near perfect condition, having been kept in the garage. The trailer for the boat is in terrible shape. The wheels are missing, the paint is chipping off, and the whole thing is coated with rust. As far as we know, the boat has never had a name. At this moment I have a name in mind, but I will not reveal it to anyone (except Lauren) until the boat is complete. Until then I will refer to it as vessel 2291.

Since our initial conversation this summer, I've done some research about Y Flyers. They are a strange little rectangular boat, but if built up to class specifications, I can race in Y flyer regattas. Up until today, I had not heard anything from my dad.

Dad called today to see if I really wanted the boat. If I did, he'd go up and get the trailer. Over break, I'll rebuild the trailer and then go get the boat and repair the boat. The goal is to have the boat water ready by the date I return to school.

I accepted the challenge