You move to the seaside on the Long Island Sound. And you watch people cruise around in their boats. And you watch how these poor suckers have to hose the salt water off them after every trip. It’s either that or pay through the nose for some slip in a dumpy place that calls itself a marina. The price of gas is absurd. The cost of maintenance a cruel joke. You watch them and you think, the last thing I would wish upon my worst enemy is the burden of a boat.
Then you see this picture. Then you think, hey, I need a boat.