
They say God protects the children, the drunk and the ignorant…
Somehow all seemed nice and simple, when I thought out the transportation scheme, on a white sheet of paper. But, as usual, it wasn’t quite so.
I picked up Stefano, Fábio and Sandro at 08 in the morning. The bridge to Niteroi lay in dense fog, as we crossed over. Neverteless, the day promised to be hot and sunny. In a short while the sun would be strong enough to burn the fog away.
As we arrived an hour later, the truck was still on its way. So, while we waited for the truck to arrive, we lifted the hull and strongback onto the roller-platform. Not too heavy for 6 strong men. And rolling the boat out of the workshop worked like a piece of cake.
Then came the truck… Oh, man! That was a big, godam truck!!! I had imagined a 10 meter truck with 3 axes. Oh no! This was a big, articulated thing, with 5 axes!!! A Scania tractor, with a semi-trailer of 14 meters!!! This was the moment when it dropped me, of how big an operation this was.
Turning this thing in the small, dead-end street of the workshop was a major problem, which took about an hour, and lots of skill and sweat by the driver, Arnaldo.
When it was achieved, we positioned the boat behind the truck, and man-handled the boat hull onto the trailer. We got some welcome friendly help by neighbors, and had 8 men working in a coordinated effort. The trailer now had a little excess width though, which could bring problems with the police…
Looking at my boat sitting on top of this massive trailer-tractor, I couldn’t believe what I saw. This looked like a big boat!!! I mean;… I was just building a grown-up canoe, right? Ok, maybe 30 feet, and a little cabin on top, but still an outrigger canoe… Errrr… the visual information I was getting was telling me something quite different.