Our pal Michael Hennessey and his Class 40 just cannot get a break….
When I got back from Bermuda a short 8 days ago, I arrived in Newport with a fairly lengthy list of things that required repair on Dragon. In a only 86 hours of sailing I had managed to tear off the foot of the A2, bang up the snuffer sock for the A5, break off the port tiller, drown the port autopilot ram, kill the alternator for the house batteries, bend two stanchions, cause the keyboard on the computer to be very sad, part one of the strops on the #2 main sheet leech line reef lock, shake out both of the D1s from their turn buckles, knock the radar out of commission, wear out a brand new pair of Dubarry’s boots and destroy a brand new pair of Gill gloves. I don’t tend to do things in half measure.
Sitting in Newport on that Tuesday morning, knowing that the delivery skipper was going to start up to Marblehead exactly eight days later, I had no idea how we were going to pull it all off. The original plan had been to take the boat 6 hours back to Mystic, re provision and then turn her around. Unfortunately, I had a bit more to do than some additional freeze-dried and water.
So Mark and I were mulling this over at Belle’s, the eatery at the Newport Shipyard, when we had the bright idea to see if they (the Shipyard) could help out. For those of you who have never been, I highly recommend a visit the next time you happen to be in Newport. Just walking the docks is an exercise in drool inducing voyeurism and at any given moment in time, there is some of the finest hardware in the world floating at their docks. Plus, I really dug how the Shipyard had opened their facilities up to the Mini crowd both in 2007 and in 2009 so if I was going to fork over some loot to put Dragon back together again, I felt good about doing it with them.