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Dauntless Award
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2013
- Messages
- 2,820
- Location
- USA
- Vessel Name
- Dauntless
- Vessel Make
- Kadey Krogen 42 - 148
Well, almost.
Simple little thing.
No Atlantic crossing.
No bad weather.
No nothing
I was moving the boat to a Marina for the week.
Only 5 miles, going only 4.5 kts, feeling good, I had cleaned my bad tank last night.
If you don't have a "Bucket Head", don't even read the rest of this but get down to HD and get one.
Ok. I digress. Maybe from giddiness in being alive.
So, about a mile from the Marina, I go to grab a fender that is hanging just aft of the PH.
I usually wear those cheap Chinese gloves, with rubber on one side. I do want to keep me hands baby soft!
The KK has a handrail with an opening that folds up.
I ALWAYS travel with the handrail down, in place. Certainly a good habit.
Maybe too good.
Today, the whole 45 min,I never noticed it was up. Had I, even just pulling into the Marina, I would have lowered it.
So, that's the only reason I can think of that as I went to grab the line on the fender with my right hand, I grabbed the rail that wasn't there in my left hand.
There is a plastic bracket on the vertical pole, just below the hand rail for my electric shore power cables.
As my hand grabbed air, two fingers got caught, between the rubber on the glove and my twisting motion.
The glove is still there. I couldn't get it out. I will probably leave it there forever to remind me.
So, I'm like an Indian riding on the side of the horse. My right hand held the line to the fender. My left is stuck in the rail, my feet are treading air and I'm facing aft.
My first thought, if I fall off, I'll never get back on.
I got a foot on the rub rail and then felt the pain from my hand, which seemed stuck.
A half hour later, after I got the boat tied up, as I'm washing up, my fingers are just starting to feel pain.
I'd scraped a bunch of skin of my forearm and had a gouge in two fingers.
Complacency. That's the real killer.
In my fast car days, I still hold the record for fastest drive between Munich and Venice. Never had a high speed incident. But the few accidents I have had, were always at least than 15mph.
I just have to keep alive till the next challenge.
And any day that ends where you wanted, is a good day, no matter the path.
Simple little thing.
No Atlantic crossing.
No bad weather.
No nothing
I was moving the boat to a Marina for the week.
Only 5 miles, going only 4.5 kts, feeling good, I had cleaned my bad tank last night.
If you don't have a "Bucket Head", don't even read the rest of this but get down to HD and get one.
Ok. I digress. Maybe from giddiness in being alive.
So, about a mile from the Marina, I go to grab a fender that is hanging just aft of the PH.
I usually wear those cheap Chinese gloves, with rubber on one side. I do want to keep me hands baby soft!
The KK has a handrail with an opening that folds up.
I ALWAYS travel with the handrail down, in place. Certainly a good habit.
Maybe too good.
Today, the whole 45 min,I never noticed it was up. Had I, even just pulling into the Marina, I would have lowered it.
So, that's the only reason I can think of that as I went to grab the line on the fender with my right hand, I grabbed the rail that wasn't there in my left hand.
There is a plastic bracket on the vertical pole, just below the hand rail for my electric shore power cables.
As my hand grabbed air, two fingers got caught, between the rubber on the glove and my twisting motion.
The glove is still there. I couldn't get it out. I will probably leave it there forever to remind me.
So, I'm like an Indian riding on the side of the horse. My right hand held the line to the fender. My left is stuck in the rail, my feet are treading air and I'm facing aft.
My first thought, if I fall off, I'll never get back on.
I got a foot on the rub rail and then felt the pain from my hand, which seemed stuck.
A half hour later, after I got the boat tied up, as I'm washing up, my fingers are just starting to feel pain.
I'd scraped a bunch of skin of my forearm and had a gouge in two fingers.
Complacency. That's the real killer.
In my fast car days, I still hold the record for fastest drive between Munich and Venice. Never had a high speed incident. But the few accidents I have had, were always at least than 15mph.
I just have to keep alive till the next challenge.
And any day that ends where you wanted, is a good day, no matter the path.