I nearly got creamed by some guy on the launch just yesterday. The launch is wide enough for several trailers to line up side by side but he's stomping on his brand new chevy 1500 and spitting gravel at the top, then coming down sideways and nearly jack knifes into me several times. I dump our boat in and high tail it out of there. He jack knifes the trailer in right over the spot where I was taking up two and a half spaces. Once he gets it into the water he jumps into the boat and starts reving the snot ouf of it and smashing it around on the bunk trailer to get it in on. Saw the hull knock against the fender a few times. Brand new truck, boat and trailer. Look up reckless in the dictionary and I swear his face will be there.....:***:
Another incident at the same launch with a not as reckless middle aged couple. The ramp is covered in rock wash at the bottom from not being well kept (salt water launch). She backs the 4x4 dakota down with all 4 wheels on the gravel. They get the boat on, and big surprise, all 4 wheels start digging in.
She's stomping on it, and slowly digging deeper and getting further into the water. Her husband(?) is trying to stuff peiced of driftwood under the tires to try and crawl out of the holes she's digging. She promptly spits them out, and sometimes not even waiting long enough for him to get out of the way. I know you guys have seen that look sometimes. He's terrified, but won't say a word
We used my dad's truck that day since its 4wd and his front tires were still on the cement (longer truck, longer trailer) and had no problems - they could have probably pulled it off like with a little more attention paid, but since they dropped the boat off ealier that day without problems, they assumed it would be fine.
I'm dumbstruck watching this from the helm of the boat while my sister is holding the bow against the shore. And then I hear something that I couldn't quite believe......I ask my sis "Did she just say what I think she said?"
"Yes....."
Here's your quote of the week from that woman that forced my to hide my face behind the steering wheel so they couldn't see it turn purple (my sister had her back turned so she was safe).
"It's a V8 - it should do it."
Yeah, we both kinda lost it there....
We almost left them there, but couldn't quite do it. My dad brough his truck back down, trailer and all, then tied the front of their dakota to the back of our trailer. Another guy was watching the whole thing and when we explained that we were about to leave but came back in light of the situation, he looks at us like we're from the moon and says, "Why?
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