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Never Ever Buy a Yacht!
Never Ever Buy a Yacht!
Never Ever Buy a Yacht!
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Never Ever Buy a Yacht!

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This hilarious memoir touches all bases of what can and does go wrong with yachts at sea!

In a fit of madness the Author bought a 45 foot 15 ton ocean yacht to go cruising round the world.

This tracks the mind numbing journey between the 2 best days of his life (the day he bought it and the day he sold it).

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 17, 2012
ISBN9781476042077
Never Ever Buy a Yacht!
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R. Paul Stevens

R. Paul Stevens is professor emeritus of marketplace theology and leadership at Regent College, Vancouver, British Columbia, and a marketplace ministry mentor. He has worked as a carpenter and businessman, and served as the pastor of an inner-city church in Montreal. He has written many books and Bible studies, including Doing God's Business, Work Matters, Marriage Spirituality, The Other Six Days and Spiritual Gifts. He is coauthor (with Pete Hammond and Todd Svanoe) of The Marketplace Annotated Bibliography.

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    Never Ever Buy a Yacht! - R. Paul Stevens

    Never Ever Buy a Yacht!

    Smashwords Edition

    -by Paul Stevens

    The Two Best Days of Your Life - So You Want to be a Sailor - So You Want to Buy a Yacht - The Nature of the Beast - The We$t Coa$t Crui$e - The Nightmare Continues! - Round The World – Again

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    All Rights reserved © 2012 Paul Stevens

    The Two Best Days of Your Life

    You know, I’ve never really been a sailor.

    Probably the most fun I had sailing was in fact in a small dingy, known as a Flipper.

    In this we could crisscross the waters of our local bay at speed, doing sharp turnabouts almost on the harbor wall. It was the responsiveness of the boat I enjoyed so much. The smallest shift in position, or trim of the sails, or rudder adjustment translated cause immediately into effect.

    Those days weren’t without fun. Once when sailing with my brother-in-law as we careened along I heard a faint shout. By the time I turned my head he was already about 100 meters in the freezing water having gone overboard and I didn’t even know it. (Wasn’t this a bit soon to have a man overboard?) At once the boat became unstable and capsized and despite my best efforts I couldn’t right it. A long cold tiring swim back to shore for both of us and then enlisting help from beachgoers to help haul the dingy back to shore. Didn’t I know that the mainsail had acted as a drogue in the water and needed to be uncleated first?

    Or when I first bought the Flipper I tried to learn to sail with my wife and set off in a strong wind when all hell broke lose and the upshot was we ended halfway up a river that fed the ocean. Sort of up the creek…

    And yet here I was, a Master of my own ocean going yacht at 65 years old.

    A beast of no less than 15 tons and 45 foot in length which struck fear into anyone trying to sail this unforgiving contraption from hell.

    It was hard for me to believe I had actually done this.

    I had bought an ocean going boat and refitted it.

    I knew how to sail and maneuver this monster.

    Let me hasten to tell this was not a normal ocean going yacht. That would have been a relatively easy task.

    No, this boat was a Grade A bitch, a nightmare, a struggle from start to finish with only one redeeming quality.

    Yes, I had experienced crashes, fires, storms, close escapes, hair-raising moments and financial hemorrhaging to get where I wanted to be.

    I started this venture as a total ignoramus, and ended wiser, poorer but with a deep sense of satisfaction that I stuck through a process that was not for the faint hearted.

    Sure, I scratch my head and ask why in the heck I went through all of this aggravation, training and continual apprehension.

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