We woke up Tuesday morning and had breakfast. Someone else made the coffee. It was much better, I'm sure. As you can see, Gary fixed breakfast or washed dishes. I can't tell what. We pushed away from the dock only to have the engine die yet again. Stan went down to bleed the injectors and decided to bleed them all this time. Prior to that he'd only been bleeding the last one, thinking that the air would push through. Well, someone before us had decided that these little hollow bolts needed to be torqued down real tight. One of them broke. Needless to say, the engine stopped completely and we had to return to the marina. We hadn't made it out of the channel into the ICW yet, so I called Scott and he told me to head for a t-dock at the end of the marina. I'm under full sail, the winds are 8-10 and after I turned, blowing from astern. Now I haven't docked a sailboat under sail power alone for probably over 30 years and that was a 16' daysailer. Here I am on a 25,000 lb slow moving bullet headed for a t-dock with the wind astern. I just knew we were going to take out the dock. I turned a bit too late, but the only casualty was the wire fender holder on the aft port quarter, which hangs out a bit. I guess it can be bent back into shape.


Scott got on the phone for us and located, or we thought had located a spare part. I don't know what the official name of that part is. It's a hollow bolt, perhaps 6 mm with a very fine thread and holes near the head of the bolt. Anyone that has a diesel probably knows what they are. I called Enterprise and asked for a car. They said they'd be there in about 45 minutes. After an hour and a half, I called again. They acted surprised that we didn't have a car. Yeah, right. Anyway they said that they were understaffed that day and they'd get there as soon as possible. Whitley's has a deal with them and you get a discount on rental cars. Finally the car arrived, we (Stan and I) went to the rental office a few miles down the same road the marina is on and signed the papers. Gary and Phil stayed on the boat and refrained from drinking beer. Yeah, right.


The Perkins shop is south of Cocoa about 20 miles. It was right on US 1 and easy to find. We wandered in and the owner's wife greeted us and handed us a couple of bolts. They looked like what we wanted, but on closer inspection we found the threads were even finer that the ones we had. Same diameter and length, just a different thread. Oops. Turns out Scott told her we had a 4-104, not a 4-154. I guess that's what his Morgan has in it. She looked for the right part but was unable to locate one. She said the Yanmar dealer in Cocoa had a few Perkins parts and called them for us. Sure enough they said they had a couple. She gave us directions and we hopped back in the car. Off to Cocoa, and out to the dealer. We stopped at a Walmart to pick up some supplies and more beer. We whizzed by the Enterprise lot and found the Yanmar dealer, Marine Pro, which was about a block west of Enterprise. Anyone see the irony in this? Sure enough they had an old 4-154 they were parting out. I asked about the pulley too, since I knew I needed one, but they didn't have that. I asked how much, and they just gave me the two they had. I tried to buy some Racor filters from them, but they didn't have any. There are some nice people in the business world and these guys sure came through.


So back to the boat we went, I dropped Stan off and he replaced the bolts while I returned the car. On the way, I stopped at an auto parts store to see if I could find a replacement ball for the shifter. My hand is raw from shifting the threaded rod. I've been asking at all the marinas if they had them, but no one seems to stock them. I'm proud of my slightly oversized 8 ball shifter knob! It gives my cockpit that 50's look.

Stan didn't like the fix he made to the pulley on the raw water pump, so he went to a convenient hardware store and got a new nut and some washers to hold the pulley in place. We were now back on the road, so to speak.

About the middle of the afternoon we were sailing through a very wide portion of the ICW with a nice southeast wind blowing when we happened upon a bridge. The next opening wasn't for another 45 minutes, so I spun around and sailed at a close reach back down the ICW and turned again to approach the bridge. We were making better time than I had anticipated and were going to be at the bridge early. I backfilled the genoa to "park" for a bit when someone said, there's a hole in the sail. Sure enough, where the spreader boot was holding the sail a tear had occurred. Rather than risk further damage to the sail I furled it anticipating getting some sailtape to repair it with.

We only made it to a bit north of Titusville that night, maybe 30 miles. At this rate, I'll have to leave the boat in Florida and come back later for it. Sometime during the day the rudder cable started to rattle loudly. We tighened it up and didn't think much more about it. Gary had brought a bunch of 60's and 70's rock music with him. That night we listened way too long to music and perhaps consumed more adult beverages than necessary. For sure, we went to bed way too late.