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Boat docking is serious business.
17 years ago
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Dear, FurAffinity....
So today we decided to put our boat up.
Mind you this thing hasn't been put up before, so we have to uh. Pray that it actually does fit, and not tear apart the walls in our garage. It's like looking at a horse penor and then viewing a cow vagi and taking a step back, tilting head to the right, head to the left, and shrugging. Sure. It MIGHT fit. I mean, it's... kinda... the same? Uhh.
It's a Regal 2000, by the way. I'm too lazy for pictures.
So we get in the process of taking our little boat-carrying device up to the ramp, but this time, we're using an Expedition to haul the beast instead of our truck. I count the Exp. as a van, even if it has the power to haul, just because that's what it looks like. On the way out, my next door neighbor's dad gets a little ADD going and pulls out from a stop sign while staring at another boat parked in some random dude's yard, forgetting to look both ways, and there's this slow ten seconds of two vans about to collide, and I can just feel myself going NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but then he stops like a foot away from the other guy, and he looks back at us with the most hateful snooty expression I've ever seen. That... omgyouretards look. But not the point.
Once we actually get to trying to pull our little boat-carrying thing down to the water, my neighbor starts weaving it back and forth, and it nearly goes off the ramp like ten times, and the whole time I'm biting fingernails because if the carrier goes then the VAN goes, and that's just. Bad.
But that didn't happen. Instead the whole rest of the day went smoothly, and the horse cawk fit perfectly.
BUT now I have to park outside. v__v Seethe.
Yeah, I know this journal doesn't really say anything, but I had the urge to write an entry before going back to Calculus. Sorry.
Mind you this thing hasn't been put up before, so we have to uh. Pray that it actually does fit, and not tear apart the walls in our garage. It's like looking at a horse penor and then viewing a cow vagi and taking a step back, tilting head to the right, head to the left, and shrugging. Sure. It MIGHT fit. I mean, it's... kinda... the same? Uhh.
It's a Regal 2000, by the way. I'm too lazy for pictures.
So we get in the process of taking our little boat-carrying device up to the ramp, but this time, we're using an Expedition to haul the beast instead of our truck. I count the Exp. as a van, even if it has the power to haul, just because that's what it looks like. On the way out, my next door neighbor's dad gets a little ADD going and pulls out from a stop sign while staring at another boat parked in some random dude's yard, forgetting to look both ways, and there's this slow ten seconds of two vans about to collide, and I can just feel myself going NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but then he stops like a foot away from the other guy, and he looks back at us with the most hateful snooty expression I've ever seen. That... omgyouretards look. But not the point.
Once we actually get to trying to pull our little boat-carrying thing down to the water, my neighbor starts weaving it back and forth, and it nearly goes off the ramp like ten times, and the whole time I'm biting fingernails because if the carrier goes then the VAN goes, and that's just. Bad.
But that didn't happen. Instead the whole rest of the day went smoothly, and the horse cawk fit perfectly.
BUT now I have to park outside. v__v Seethe.
Yeah, I know this journal doesn't really say anything, but I had the urge to write an entry before going back to Calculus. Sorry.
