Stuff wears out. Stuff breaks.
You don't really appreciate this when you are young. You think that the new camera your parents gave you for your 21st birthday will last for ever. You think your first car will keep on running and running. You feel immortal and think that nothing can hurt you or break you. You think that you will keep on running and running.
As you get older you get wiser. You learn that stuff wears out, stuff breaks. Even yourself. Especially yourself.
About a month ago I hurt my back. It might have been from too much running. It might have been from trying to race Peter Seidenberg in 30 knots of wind on a Tuesday night in Bristol. But the real pain came on when I was sitting at my desk. I hurt my back by sitting for too long probably. A blogging injury.
It was totally incapacitating for a while. I lay on the floor for several hours and couldn't move. Later I crawled painfully into bed and lay there all night dreading the inevitable time when I would have to stagger to the bathroom because I knew it would hurt so much.
No running for a month. No sailing for a month.
Gradually, slowly, with lots of stretching and heat treatments, my back started to get better. I tried doing a few gentle sit-ups. OK. I did more exercises. I progressed to working out on the hiking bench. My back survived.
So yesterday I decided that it was time to try sailing my Laser. Just a gentle sail by myself to test out my back. Would it be OK?
I found all my sailing gear. I packed it all in the car. I hooked up the trailer.
I drove over to Bristol.
I lifted my boat off the road trailer on to the dolly. My back was OK.
I rigged the Laser, including doing the standard "hold the rig as if you were tossing the caber" maneuver. My back was OK.
I changed into my sailing gear.
I started wheeling the Laser down to the water. SNAP. Something broke. Not my back this time. The Laser tipped over sideways at a weird angle. The axle bracket on one side of my dolly had broken.
I said a bad word.
All that effort and I wasn't going to be able to go sailing.
I changed out of my sailing gear.
I derigged the Laser.
I lifted the boat off the dolly on to the road trailer.
I had my iPhone with me. Of course. As advised by my friend Baydog, I carry it with me all the time now. Even in the toilet. So I took a photo of my dolly.
My dolly doesn't usually look like that.
I loaded the broken dolly into the back of my car.
I drove back home.
I told my wife what had happened. Ever one to see the positive side of life she commented that at least I know now that I can lift my boat off the trailer and rig my boat without doing my back in again.
I called up the nice man at Laser Performance Sail + Sport RI and confirmed he had a Laser dolly axle bracket in stock. I drove over to Laser Performance Sail + Sport RI and bought a new axle bracket. I drove home. I fitted the new bracket.
No big deal. The dolly, like the boat, is 17 years old and has had a lot of rough treatment over the years.
My back is almost 64 years old and has also had a lot of rough treatment over the years.
Stuff wears out. Stuff breaks.
Such is life.