I tried something different recently to promote the club (and our family dog grooming and boarding business): my son Azrik and I took part in a local parade. The festival the parade was part of has a heritage theme, and we were among some 50 classic cars and a few old tractors; it was easy to not feel out of place even though we had the only entry of our kind. The setting was pretty intimate, with the route winding through suburban streets with many of the spectators in their own front yards on lawn chairs and well within earshot. 1950s style boating is clearly part of the local heritage and the comments from the crowd about the old wood boat and the old Viking on the back were entertaining to hear.
While the boat we towed is very eye catching, we were toward the end and the only other boat in the parade was the big Police cruiser they use to patrol the local lakes. Classic cars clearly have a better following in this neck of the woods but boats still seem to be what most people’s dreams are made of.
After the parade we set up in a traditional car show setting in a parking lot (photo). While many just walked by the cars, which they have apparently all seen before, there seems to be a fascination with a boat that a car does not elicit, especially for the kids and particularly with a classic wooden boat. In these parts everyone’s family seemed to have a cedar strip and an old Viking at some point in their family’s history.
It was too nice a day to not get the boat wet, so once Azrik and I packed it in at the show I made arrangements to pick up Al and Sue Lockhart for a cruise on the nearby lake, which in itself turned out to be a magical experience. While the water looked flat from the shore, the wind seemed to emanate from the middle of the lake and we found ourselves heading into the wind whenever we were heading towards the middle. According to the GPS the rig does a bit better into the wind than it does with it and it certainly feels that way when you head into even a small ripple. The strange phenomenon only served to enhance the pleasure of the ride, as it seemed we were always heading into the wind no matter what direction the compass told us we were heading. It was a grand day from start to end.
I hope you enjoy this issue of the magazine. I certainly did as we were putting it together. Not only do we have quality technical and historical contributions but again great perspectives on what it means to be members of this great organization.
I truly love this club. Not only do the objects of our interest bring such joy to each of us, but you can see the joy that the objects we collect bring to others when we celebrate our history and heritage and bring our stuff out to show off. No matter how hectic, no matter how stressful life can be it seems little else can bring pause and perspective like exhibiting your pride and joy and seeing that joy reflected back in others. Perhaps the only better thing is enjoying a ride on the water with family and friends. These indulgences made my last Saturday a truly therapeutic experience. The AOMCI and my modest collection of junk is clearly the best therapy I invest in.