Well, here's the "rest of the story". A couple of months ago son Joe and I decided to sell Miss Mirth. With family and job obligations we added up the plusses and subtracted the minuses and reluctantly decided to sell. It sold quickly and found a wonderful home. Joe has taken up camping and I bike riding. For my 70th birthday the kids chipped in and got me a beautiful folding bike which I can take anywhere. So, I took it somewhere and promptly fell off and broke my elbow. Two pins and a screw later I had lots of time on my hands and spent it on this site. I read all the great posts, especially the one about the guy from Niger and his Alaskan adventurer. Somehow my perusal kept taking me to the "for sale" list. Then the posts started sending me messages; "16 cruiser vs. angler", the man from Nantucket opining about downsizing, and on and on. . l found myself measuring the garage. I started whining to Dotty, I could handle it myself". " I used to trailer our 18' without incident, except for that one time ." I told her that, If I hurried, I could get from Seattle to Yuma in a day and comeback with a beautiful red one. There's a beautiful green one in Cleveland, on and on. She had a reason to block my every argument. I"t's too much money, It's too far away, the trailer isn't galvanized, it's a two stroke, our combined weight will probably sink it." I came back with "we came name it after our granddaughter", "we already have the crab pots", "we're not gettin' any younger", "Brock has one". On and on we went, day after day, back and forth, she looking up from her book, me searching and searching, whining and whining. Yesterday she quietly, with just the faintest smile said "OK". So here we are, planning a new christening. Cognitive Dissonance be damned. In this family CD stands for C-Dory!