Timepiece
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 34
Naturally, because I’m such a nice guy and all of that ... and since the boat was already loaded on the very nice eight wheel fully adjustable Magic Tilt commercial sailboat trailer featuring ten hull stands a side and four five thousand pound axles with Made in USA waterproof sealed Timken bearings, I put the title to the dredge on the dredge seat, hooked the Magic Tilt trailer to the Ford 450 six wheel drive toter, hung our OVERSIZE LOAD signs front and rear and drove off into the night.
66 North up the west side of the West Arm of Lake Charlevoix connected us to US31 just outside of town and 31 took us all the way to Pentwater. Sure we were illegal ... sure there’s a hell of a fine if you’re caught ... the gods were with us and all the bridges were open for motor traffic and all the State truck scales were closed. The Highway patrol had either just left the restaurant or were in shift change. The rumor of our passing became a state legend.
66 North to 31 is not necessarily the shortest route to 31, but the shorter route had the weakest bridges, the tightest turns and the nosiest local cops.
Not exactly known for making the smartest decisions, the successful trip puffed me up ... I so Proud.
Wait for it.
As morning rolled around to noon, we were sitting at the bar in the Antler when three Highway troopers walked in the door. One sat to our right, one sat to our left, and one stood behind me.
“Do you have title to that boat?”
“What boat?”
“The one on the four axle trailer down at the Marina.”
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