Move That Boat

Move that Boat
It was Saturday morning when a visitor came by a wanted to look at Pauline’s boat. Pauline had bought a boat several years ago she had found in the newspaper. When we took a look at it we were told that ran, we asked to see it run the owner let it fire once or twice and then shut it off. When we got home we realized why he shut it off so quickly. It didn't actually run it merely fired a few times and died. We spent a great deal of time trying to turn a piece of junk into a boat, but the cost of parts work so expensive and it was so old it was difficult to find anyone willing to work on the or that knew how. So it sat for many years and Pauline decided to let it go for free. So when a prospective customer came by be set it was more work than he was willing to invest. It was in the backyard and this seemed to be one of the main drawbacks. So we (Pauline) decided to move it, so I was pressed into service. It had two flat tires so that was the first-order of business. I turn on the air compressor I drug out hundred feet of hose and attempted to air up the tire. The bead is broken the tire would take no air, so I knew I was in for a long day. I grabbed the impact sockets, the air ratchet and heavy-duty roll around floor jack; and hauled it all to the backyard. I checked the boat and pulled the wheel off, clean the mud off the tire and tried once again to get the tire to seek to the rim. I tried strap clamps, I tried squeeze clamps, I tried everything but head stands, but nothing worked. So I aired up the spare and slap it on. I down jacked that side and began on the other. Fortunately for me that tire took air and I thought I was on the road.
Next we moved all the vehicles so we could begin to tow it out to the street. It took several maneuvers to get the bumper hitch aligned with the trailer tongue. I down jacked it but it just wouldn't fit into place. Soon I discovered we had the wrong ball hitch on the truck, but it was a convertible style; I just needed to change it over. The ball was seized solid I tried a hammer, I tried an impact screwdriver, I tried WD-40 to break it loose. No way was it going to come off, so I grabbed a three-quarter inch ratchet and a 4 foot bar and began tugging on it; the three-quarter inch steel handle began to bend. I knew enough was enough and called it quits.
Pauline called a gas station and they said, “We can get it off.” I said, “sure you can if you have a torch.” They tried their best tools but in the end, they cut it off with a die grinder. Now I have to go out and buy a new one, and the boat still sits.