… I thought as I looked across the water.
Sleek. Smooth. Italian. Perfect. And I was filled with a lust that …
I am talking about a sleek Italian wooden speedboat, of course.
What did you think I was talking about?
There was a small showing of old-fashioned Wooden Speed Boats at the lake this weekend where I was.
I have always thought they were very sexy. Mahogany Wood. Brass. Style.
When the stamps came out a few years ago with the various Italian Wooden Boats on them, I got a set … and promptly stuck them on the refrigerator with a magnet so I could see them every time I walked past.
Not a die-hard philatelist here.
Years ago a good friend asked if he could store his jon boat on my property. Before he could restore it, he died. For years I refused to get rid of it because I had this bizarre thought that I could get wooden slats to face the whole thing.
No, I never did.
But the love of these things is still with me even if the boat is not.
So without further ado … here are some pictures taken of the various boats on display. Again, all due apologies for the lack of photographic excellence. But the boats are great.
And yes, that is a liquor bottle under the hood of the Ford F-100 that hauled one of the boats. It holds windshield washing fluid … and works with a manual floor pump.
What can I say? People talk to me.