Thankfully we have a wonderful friend, named Jen, who has a wonderful truck. A week after we purchased the boat, John borrowed her truck and drove back to Phoenix to pick it up. When I heard the loud grumble of a diesel coming down the street I ran out the front door. And then I stopped dead in my tracks. I was confronted with a ridiculously tall sailboat that towered over, not only me, but our house! Not for the last time, I wondered what we had gotten ourselves into...
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