In a former life I was stationed at the Army base in Penrith. I believe that there is a museum there now, which seems appropriate. The workshop there was small. One other bloke ( plus a corporal but we will ignore him). The other bloke was helping a woman to do up her speedboat. A 16 or so foot clinker hull. We were roped in to do up the old Ford 272 Y block. Weekend work.
We got it done and running, so it was time to put it in the water. The Nepean River had a spot where people water skied. I can’t remember where, but Ron might know.
Anyway, we put this boat in, John, the other one, drove and I went along for the ride. Boat was going well. Took a bit to get it up on the plane, possibly because it was so heavy. But we were roaring around and having fun.
We noticed that the people on the bank were waving at us. That’s nice of them, we thought. Turned out they weren’t being friendly. They were trying to warn us about the rock. I could have told them not to worry, we were perfectly capable of finding it ourselves. Which we proceeded to demonstrate. BANG! The engine bounced off the redline and my feet began to get wet. Seems we had pulled the prop and its shaft clean out. The boat was going down. I had my hand pressed over the gland, for all the good that did. But the alternative was to abandon ship. Bravely we remained aboard and another boat came and towed us in. This was a struggle because the thing was up to the scuppers.
I never saw that boat again. Dunno how, or if, they got it out of the river.
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