There may be a chance that a rebuild of our Perkins 4-108 isn’t necessary right now, which would save us a lot of money and time – time that could be better spent replacing the cabin sole and galley counters…and building a bicycle that can be mounted on top of the aft cabin so I can get a decent leg workout because just walking on shore isn’t cutting it.
George thinks the Perkins may only need its injectors and injector pumps servicing, which could be causing the hard starting. Hard starting seems to be our biggest problem with the engine. The injectors could also be causing poor performance which is only critical when we’re trying to motor into a seaway, like when we hit those thunderstorms in the Gulf Stream en route to FL. So George is going to do a compression test on the cylinders before making a final decision on the rebuild. He built his own adapter with which to do the compression test out of an old injector, saving us hundreds of dollars. Woot!
For my part, I’m dealing with maritime attorneys. I’ve had to hire a second attorney to handle some problems with getting Marquesa documented. Although she is paid for in full and titled in our names by DNR, I can’t get her documented by the USCG. She still has a skeleton in her closet created by one of her previous owners. The first attorney sat on his ass for 7 months and didn’t bother to return my calls. I’ve already filed a formal complaint with the grievance commission requesting my $300 “consultation fee” returned, so we’ll see how that goes. If nothing else, they should be impressed that I spelled everything correctly on the form.
For fun, we’re back doing fine dining mystery shops. Which means we have to dress up, and I have to re-learn how to apply mascara and walk in heels. George merely has to shave and wear nice shoes. We once walked into Zaytinya’s, our favorite Tapas restaurant in DC, for a dinner mystery shop, and George had forgotten to change shoes. He was wearing a nice dress shirt, pressed khakis, and canvas boat shoes that were full of holes and covered with bottom paint and engine oil stains. The host was absolutely mortified by the sight of these shoes and made no effort to hide his repulsed expression. I was worried he wouldn’t seat us and would direct us instead to the Five Guy’s around the corner.
Fortunately, my Alexander McQueen heels (thank you, Goodwill) made up for the faux pas, and we were seated next to the window. In the back. Where it was dark.
Oh – and we’re both published! My blog entry “About That Kill Switch…” and George’s “Inertia” were both published in July’s edition of Latitudes & Attitudes. As Bob Bitchin would say – Kewl!