I have a big sheet of 18mm ply and decided to use that as a ramp. The steps I was going to use as an intermediary between the gunwhale and the deck decided to faint and collapse so I was going to need a bit of 'umph'. Not having 'umph' I decided the best thing to do was to 'just get on with it'. So I did. Maffi was ready to continue discussing the plan (boys are like that), so I raced the bike up the ramp, tied the break on with my hair band and passed it to the 'ooh' 'ahh' 'erm' 'ooh' vocals from Maffi to his tender care, then picked up the back end, swivelled it around which was going to be the final twirl leading to a triumphant finale of bike on front deck, and promptly got stuck. So there I was mid 'heave' there was Maffi trying to hold the other end, and my leg at a precarious angle partly supporting the bike, partly striding, and partly supporting me. You can probably ascertain for yourselves that this is not enough leg! Thankfully the chap from along the way asked if we needed a hand. I suggested a plan would be more helpful, and hey presto within minutes the bike was safely positioned in my well deck.
A triumph. How the HELL was I going to get it off again?
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