It happened today when Lord Baker called me over to his trailer which he had parked on the club lawn, (a really nice Trailex by the way).
He started lecturing me about what an embarrassment it would be to the club if I showed up at Lake Hopatcong YC for their regatta next weekend with my trailer. He proposed that I haul my boat up there using HIS trailer.
I tried to reason with him that my trailer (my storage box in particular) would be just fine and would likely garner respect for its vintage craftsmanship not to mention battle scars.
While my back was turned, Mike Brogeley snuck in the club’s back entrance driving his golf cart (it was electric so I didn't hear him pass by), accosted my trailer and single-handedly (and amazingly quickly) crushed my otherwise perfectly serviceable sail box into many quite small pieces.
I pushed Baker aside and ran to the dumpster just as Mike was closing the lid but I was too late. The deed was done I reopened it and this is all that was left..
Devastated, is all I can say. Truly devastated..
Coincidentally, Sam happened to drop a fancy fiberglass box off at my house that he said would fit my trailer.
I’m thinking this is all one big conspiracy.
I’ll try out Sam’s box tomorrow. But I just know it won’t be the same..