Monday, October 03, 2011

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

Kunstler makes a point, so does Brilliant at Breakfast, and Robert Reich brings up the question of morality...

I keep hearing a whole lot of wishful thinking where the marine economy is concerned... that the market for used boats will turn around, new boat sales are back on track, and good times are just around the corner...

Yeah, right...

On the plus side, for those of us without Swiss bank accounts or trust funds, it is really a great time to get off the fence and get a boat as it has never been cheaper. There are some really great deals on serious cruising boats just waiting for a cash offer.

If you're handy and don't mind a little sweat equity as part of the package, the market is even better. A boat that needs some work or TLC is all but unsellable in the current market and you can get a lot of boat for pennies on the dollar.

For those on even the most frugal budgets there is no shortage of near free or free boats  available for the asking... Boat yards and marinas are filled with boats that people have all but abandoned in arrears and, as the marinas/boatyards can't get blood out of a turnip, they'd simply be happy to give them away as the cost of cutting them up for landfill is greater than the cost of trying to sell them and they won't sell.

Seems like a good time time to be doing rather than dreaming!

What's that line again...

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

Mr Dickens sure nailed it...

Listening to Ry Cooder

So it goes...