There is a sailboat that I pass every time I drive in and out of my development. It's up for auction on 2/22. I'm estimating 23 feet with a single cabin and convertible settee. Topside is covered with plastic wrap so it's hard to tell who made her.
The bottom is a bit rough, her fixed keel in nipped, the paint is worn -- though not covered with algae -- and I highly suspect that there are some weak spots in the fiberglass. I haven't gotten a good look at the prop -- or the mast for that matter (it's down and under the wrap). There is no way that the interior isn't full of mold and I expect that the cabinetry is in need of repair.
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In short, she's likely going to require a lot of work. Said another way, she's probably affordable. But I won't be going to the auction. And if I do go, I won't bid. It's not that sort of dream that distracts me every single time I drive by.
It would be wonderful to sail the Chesapeake, or the Caribbean, writing madly between tacks. But not on that boat. Not right now.