About 2 a.m., the wind started blowing like crazy. Must have been close to 50 knots. Fortunately, Roy had attached extra lines and snubbers from the boat to the dock and had also tied the red ball between the dock and the boat to serve as an extra fender. Even so, by morning, the bow line was frayed, so Roy attached two more bow lines and another snubber. Now we're tied to the dock by eight lines, and we need every one of them.
What perfect timing! We left the boat about 7:20 and zoomed up the hill to the bus stop as fast as we could, considering Roy was carrying the two gypsies (50 pounds), and I was carrying the puller, a gas can, and my shoes (25 pounds altogether). I was wearing my full foul-weather gear, including my boots, in anticipation of another downpour. The bus arrived about two minutes after we reached the stop and got us to the transit center just in time to catch the 71, which took us to the tool-rental place. Returned the puller, crossed the street, and caught the 71 back to the transit center in time to catch the 8:30 bus to Scott's Valley, where we caught the express bus to San Jose. We were in San Jose by 9:50. Hopped right on a 180 and rode it to the Civic Center. Only had a two-minute wait for the 62, which took us within two blocks of Kathy's place. By then, we were hungry, so we went into Wendy's and ate a couple of baked potatoes. Then we went to Kathy's, got my car, and zoomed up to Richmond.
Got to Roy's shop about 12:30, after a quick stop at a bank. He started right in machining the gypsy, while I went over to the deli at Marina Bay and bought him a turkey sandwich, a half-pint of milk, and a couple of cookies. When I got back to the shop, Roy was concentrating on his machining, and I didn't want to disturb him. I waited a few minutes for him to look around, but he didn't. I was afraid that if I said something, I might startle him and cause him to spoil his work, so I set his lunch on the desk and tiptoed out. Unfortunately, he didn't notice his lunch until 3 o'clock, and by then he was half starved.
While Roy was machining, I filled the gas tank and then went to a movie. Saw "Homeward Bound". It was really good. Both hilarious and sad. I was laughing and crying at the same time.
The sun had been shining when I went into the theater, but when I came out, the rain was pouring. Very glad I was wearing my foul-
weather gear. By the time I got back to the shop, it was a deluge.
Roy was nowhere in sight, but he showed up about 20 minutes later. He had taken the gypsy over to his friend Eddy's machine shop to finish the job. Roy could have finished it in two or three days, but Eddy did it in an hour or two.
By the time we left, it was too late to take the car back to Kathy and catch the last bus to Santa Cruz, so we drove back in the pouring rain and dark.
I'd never driven to the yacht harbor before (except maybe once in 1968), but I went right to it as if I knew what I was doing. But when I was a block from it, I goofed and turned left as I would if I were walking. Unfortunately, my car didn't know how to go down a flight of stairs, so we ended up on the wrong side of the channel and had to make a big loop around, but we finally got there.
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