Many moons ago on a wet and soggy November Sunday morning Rogue Wave and I went to sea trial a Pacific 22 at Lymington. The seller was a bit late so we drove round to his house set in 5 acres of New Forest. Just outside his gates there was a traffic jam down a narrow country lane. Jumping out we saw a Pacific 22 neatly sat in the road with the trailer a few yards infront. He had forgotten to attach the rib to the trailer
The expression on the owners face when he saw me was priceless as he mumbled "I suppose you don't want it now do you". He and his mate (a certain James Warlock) had completely lost the plot and weren't sure how to sort it out. Meanwhile the whole village was in a queue trying to get to church. Stu jumped on the winch and I jacked up the front of the rib and we winched it back on. Damage to the rib consisted of a small scratch to the antifoul and a rather large hole in the tarmac for the council to fill. We subsequently bought the rib which became Old Spice.
Trailers and launching always good entertainment, providing its not your boat of course
but just occasionally the opposite happens and it wont' come off at all: