"Shortwave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Fri, 10 Jun 2005 11:24:08 GMT, "Doug Kanter"
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"DSK" wrote in message
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Doug Kanter wrote:
No need to add to what others have said so far, except: ***Have the
boat
inspected by a qualified surveyor*** before you complete the deal.

Very good point.

The surveyor adds to the expense of making the deal, but pays for itself
many times over. In fact a good survey can literally save your life.

It's funny, though: In places where lenders REQUIRE an inspection for a
house purchase, nobody really questions the idea. In the excitement of
making the deal, buyers easily miss things that they KNOW about from
reading, talking to friends, or even from experience with their previous
home. I looked at my house 4 times before making an offer. Didn't notice
that the dryer vent hose was totally convoluted - a definite fire hazard,
and something I obsessed over in my previous house. The inspector said
"Put
this at the top of your list as soon as you move in". That sort of
thing.....

I wonder why that is? When I looked at that Topaz last summer, I knew
to look for things like blowen exhaust baffles, delamination, soft
transoms and tin leaching out of the brass props, but I over looked
all that crap. I thought the boat was in good shape.

As soon as the surveyor started I realized that I had over looked a
ton of stuff because I liked the boat so much.

Later,

Tom

It's because we're in love with the damned things! Last year, I stopped by a
boatyard for some reason, and ended up getting a tour of one of these
delicious things:
http://www.mainship.com/models/pilot.html

I told the sales guy there was no way in hell I could afford it, but he said
"No problem. Maybe this'll plant a seed in your head". Smart guy.

I was house hunting at the time. IIRC, the boat was about ten grand more
than my target price for a house. I got back in the truck and sat there for
5 minutes, seriously juggling numbers and thinking that it would be great to
live aboard a boat. No lawn to mow blah blah blah. I picked up my cell phone
and *almost* called my realtor to tell him to chill for a few days. Then, I
snapped out of it and remembered that I'd be living in a boat, encased in
ice, and carrying groceries down a dock that would also be encased in ice,
unless I spent 4 trillion dollars per winter to bubble the whole thing, not
to mention heat in the boat.

Just slap me.