I spent Saturday hunched over the fuel tank hatch with a belt sander removing the sins of prior repairpersons unknown.
Sunday I siphoned maybe 30 gallons off the tarp on the bow of the 25. Coiling up the garden hose, I stood up and threw my back out. Of all the damn things. Discs are ok, but holy cow, the past 72 hours have been uncomfortable. Even with muscle relaxers and decent level pain meds. Sanding fiberglass is a young man's game.
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