by charlesp » Sun Nov 13, 2011 3:12 pm
It doesn't end. It grows. Soon you'll be running out of room.
Next purchase is BSF spanners, and an engineers' vice. Jet keys. Manuals.
You'll spend hours on the main Saving Old Seagulls site, and other on the web. You'll probably be tempted to buy a Clymer manual, or even the strange Meyer one. You'll watch Ebay every day, and you'll start to notice other people who have a Seagull on their transom. You will possibly learn the serial number identification pages by heart.
It builds into a bigger workshop, more bizarre excuses to the wife who will want to know why you have one boat and twenty seven engines for it. She will want the test tank and stand put away each time you've used it, and she won't understand why you use the dishwasher for petrol tanks or carburettors.
Your trousers will smell of rancid two-stroke mix and will, like your shoes, be spotted with oil. Your neighbours will resent you running your unsuppressed machinery which interferes with their TV. Your nails will be permanently black, your fingers will have ingrained soot and rust mix, your lawn will have dead spots where you laid a motor down.
In short, my friend, you are doomed. Doomed I say...