An early morning awakening, several weeks ago, found me staring at my computer screen pondering the bidding of a 41' Morgan Out Island sailboat listed on Ebay. She was a beautiful sight and with only six hours to go I jumped in my car and headed three hours south to Stuart, Fl.. She was a sight to see. A lonely, neglected old girl stuck amongst the weeds in the back corner of a showplace of proud and stately million+ dollar vessels, her value having been reduced to less than the space she occupied for the past decade. I was smitten and bid. I LOST. I fantisized being her new master and painstakingly restoring her to her former glory, meanwhile celebrating our familys' third phase of life...(kids are grown and successfully out in the world). And so I dreamed that Nancy and I had won the ratrace! I HAD to have her! Standing on the doorstep of the Hinckley Boatyard three trips later, the buyers had breached! An extra week given them to pay had not resulted in the sale. I was in!!!. The auction being over, and the seller, having no legal duty to either sell, relist, second chance, next highest bidder, etc., sold us the boat.
Now I had to get her home! I can't drag her 150 miles north by sea, my 21' Dusky doesn't deserve that punishment! I paid 2 grand more than I could afford and funds now are severely depleted. Enter U-Ship!!! I knew the fuel prices were surely about to rise as hurricane Ike had just clobbered Galveston, so I listed the shipment with a $600 target and waited. First bidder is Cliff, of BCR Transport. It's almost double the target, but still cheaper than subjecting me and my Dusky to hauling her home. Another bid comes in - way too much!. Another bidder wants to know if she is on a trailer. "Look at the picture, my friend. She is 41 feet long, 14 feet wide and weighs 28,000 lbs" No, she's not on a trailer. Well Clifford, it's you and me buddy! Last note: This guy is for real. You don't give the transport a second thought when Cliff moves U.