Was hired to survey a customized Pettigrow 56’ ‘Downeast ‘ style motor yacht. A very handsome boat of this pedigree that came up on the market suddenly due to owners health. The owner had the boat built in Maine but after two seasons of running the Intercoastal back and forth from nice homes in Bradenton, Florida and Falmouth Foreside Maine he had come to the end. My client was an ascending yacht club member in Marblehead, MA who had a string of nice yachts but needed more footage anticipating the commodore position.
We arrived in Tampa and across the big bridge to Bradenton where the vessel was awaiting. It would be a two day survey with onboard deck and interior inspection first day then sea trials early the next and then haul out and underbody inspection. The party included the buyer, his wife, an elegant woman of old New England money, and his broker from Alden’s in Boston.
Everything was going smoothly with a few problems on deck then some soft spots found around the forward cabin port lights. The vessel was apparently well maintained from what I’d se3n so far. Then we ran into small problem with the galley FW pump. It ran but would not pump. The seller’s broker went to the yard and reported this problem and they sent this ‘ technician ‘ to come down to the boat and see about the problem. He was wearing trunks and flip flops but his most distinguishing feature was his ear rings, nose ring and blurry tattoos. He tried the pump then got down and crawled under the counter where he shocked me, the buyers wife, everybody as he had no underwear on and laying on his back his whole package hung out for all to see. I can’t really describe the reaction of those present as I had to turn around to control laughing but soon figured I better contain myself as everybody stormed off the boat. I’d never ever seen anything as classless as this then next day we met the sea trial skipper. What a piece of work this guy was. Wearing shorts with no shirt, all kinds of chains and ornaments hanging around his neck then when he smiled he adorned us with a big sparkling rhinestone mounted in or on his front tooth. Anyway the rules of conduct don’t always apply everywhere.
Rick
We arrived in Tampa and across the big bridge to Bradenton where the vessel was awaiting. It would be a two day survey with onboard deck and interior inspection first day then sea trials early the next and then haul out and underbody inspection. The party included the buyer, his wife, an elegant woman of old New England money, and his broker from Alden’s in Boston.
Everything was going smoothly with a few problems on deck then some soft spots found around the forward cabin port lights. The vessel was apparently well maintained from what I’d se3n so far. Then we ran into small problem with the galley FW pump. It ran but would not pump. The seller’s broker went to the yard and reported this problem and they sent this ‘ technician ‘ to come down to the boat and see about the problem. He was wearing trunks and flip flops but his most distinguishing feature was his ear rings, nose ring and blurry tattoos. He tried the pump then got down and crawled under the counter where he shocked me, the buyers wife, everybody as he had no underwear on and laying on his back his whole package hung out for all to see. I can’t really describe the reaction of those present as I had to turn around to control laughing but soon figured I better contain myself as everybody stormed off the boat. I’d never ever seen anything as classless as this then next day we met the sea trial skipper. What a piece of work this guy was. Wearing shorts with no shirt, all kinds of chains and ornaments hanging around his neck then when he smiled he adorned us with a big sparkling rhinestone mounted in or on his front tooth. Anyway the rules of conduct don’t always apply everywhere.
Rick
