Thursday December 13, 2012
There has been a small miracle on Serendipity today. Nine days after getting hauled out of the water and contacting our insurance company, they have finally sent someone over to look at the boat. Nine days that we have been sitting here twiddling our thumbs because no work can be started, even the things we’d like to do ourselves, until insurance surveys the damage and approves the claim. Hallelujah, the process of repair may finally be able to start. We weren’t sure if someone from the actual insurance company would be coming out or if they’d hire someone in the area instead. In the end they sent out a local surveyor to check out the damage and write up a report. The surveyor our insurance company decided to send out happens to be a guy that we almost went with in the first place when we hauled out. And since insurance is paying for the person they send out themselves (right?) there would have already been a report done by this guy I’m thinking we would have been reimbursed and could have saved ourselves the money for our survey had we gone with him, but hindsight is….you know what? I think I’ve had enough hindsight lately. Moving on.
So bright and early this morning we had another person on the boat checking out the damage with basically a repeat track of what we heard last week. “You really took a pounding, should have been a lot worse, you have a boat that’s built incredibly well.” There was nothing new discovered that the first guy didn’t catch, but because of the extent of interior damage in small and hard to reach places, our surveyor today wanted to come back later with his son who would double check everything and get some more photos. Having spent the past two and a half days on the boat without getting off, we figured we’d quickly jump on the bikes and get some errands done before they came back in the afternoon. If you’re into cycling as a form of exercise and hobby, it would be such a spectacle to experience those famous biking spots, such as those Idaho mountain biking trails, for instance.
The big thing on the list was to get a battery charger since we have also not seen the sun in two and a half days, and even when we had, the batteries were less than 60%. It’s not good to let them get under 50%, but last night they were at a measly 8%! And that’s still with only running the lights and chill box off them. Something needed to be done to get that number back up, and quickly. Checking the forecast and seeing at least three more days full of clouds and rain we knew we had to fix this little problem. Remembering my panting and sweat filled bike ride a few days earlier I had no intent of biking all the way up to Walmart again, but Matt promised me there was an auto shop as soon as we hit the main drag and they should carry what we need. Getting pushed over just a little bit by the high winds on our way there we arrived and while I stood outside watching the bikes, Matt was back out in less than 90 seconds, empty handed. Apparently they had what we were looking for, but at the cost of $50.
Hopping back on the bikes we continued up the street to an Auto Zone where again I stood outside and Matt was in and out in two minutes, empty handed again.
“$50 here too?”
“What was it the last time you bought one?”
“I’m pretty sure I got my last one for $15”
“And how long ago was that?”
“About 15 years”
If I could get anything for the price I did fifteen years ago, I’d be ecstatic, but he seems to think we can still find something near that price range so we kept trekking up the road. Getting to Target we found the same exact thing. Determined that we wouldn’t pay this huge mark-up that has happened in the past fifteen years, Matt was quick on his phone searching Amazon and any other stores within pedaling distance that might have it in stock. Standing in the aisle while he scrolled I’d shout out names like “Sears” and “Walmart” while he jumped on their site and compared prices. Thinking he may have actually found a cheaper one at Walmart my legs became weak at the thought of making our way all the way out there with the winds gusting like they were outside. Anything to save a few dollars though.
Jumping back on the bikes, we crossed the street and worked our way up the hills (mountains) to Walmart. Both of us had thought we’d seen a Sears on our last trip out but couldn’t be sure due to heat stroke so when I spied it out of the corner of my eye I shouted ahead and we pulled off to the side to have a look-see inside. Nada. Back on the bikes, we went but at least I was able to grab that moment to catch my breath. Before I knew it we had Walmart in our sights and overall it didn’t seem like as bad of a ride as it had before. Probably because of the five stops we made along the way. Purchasing the 6 amp charger for a steal at $29 (it really wasn’t a steal, the $50 ones we had been looking at were 10 amp) we were back outside and ready to make the non stop journey home.
Only, in the fifteen minutes we were inside the winds had shifted so they were directly on our nose, blowing at us in 25 mph gusts. I could barely move forward even on flat ground and my only saving grace were the few small hills we went down. Sometimes we’d get the shelter of a close building or some very tall trees where I felt like I was actually going somewhere and then out of nowhere a full gust would blast me in the face and stop all progress. Matt was close to a block ahead of me and without him in earshot I started slinging curses into the wind which didn’t help me go any faster but helped a lot with the frustration. Getting stuck at a stop light I could barely see Matt in front of me anymore but did look behind to find out I had a tail of a fellow cycler that apparently had been right behind me for quite some time. Poor guy probably thought I had tourettes, or I was just run of the mill insane and hijacked the bike from some poor unsuspecting girl. He crossed the street right after.
A good ten minutes later, after he stopped to wait for me, I finally caught up to Matt although I could have walked the bike faster than I was peddling. I wanted to give up, to walk it the rest of the way back, but he wouldn’t let me. Pushing on at my snail’s pace he stayed behind me until we made the turn and got out of the full force of the wind. I’m just glad he didn’t go all personal trainer on me and try to push me to go harder, he would have gotten smacked upside the head. Good thing after almost thirteen years he knows me well enough not to try that. In fact, the only time we ever worked out together he pushed me so hard that I cried (which I never do), and we both vowed never to work out together again. It’s those alien genes of his, they never quit. But neither did I and after three hours (round trip) we made it back to the boat and still before the surveyor came back.
Another sweep was done of Serendipity and we should be expecting a report tomorrow that will also go out to the insurance company. Finally! I would love to get the ball rolling on this because I don’t want to be forced North because we’re still here when hurricane season is coming.
There’s been just a little bit of rain lately.
‘I must find the best price!’
Can’t we just stuff the cracks on Serendipity full of this and call it good?