I stood on the dealership floor admiring my prospective dreamboat, a 23-foot center console. The 250 hp outboard hanging off the deep-V hull called out to me; I could envision barreling out of the roughest of inlets on the hunt for trophy fish. I boarded and positioned myself on the raised casting platform at the bow and imagined fighting a 40-pound striped bass, ready to work it back to the cockpit. I was sold, and the dealer could see it in my eyes. Then my wife spoke.
“Where does the table go?”
The dealer’s triumphant smile turned and he mumbled, “This model has no table pedestal.”
Time to move on.
The wife and I have some vastly different ideas of what makes the perfect boat. I want to fish. All the time and every day. But with the major expense involved, coupled with our expanding family, it’s not just about me. We need a boat that keeps the better half, and the kids, involved too. As the old saying goes, when Mama’s happy, everybody’s happy. Keep reading for some dialogue that shows our difference in priorities in our recent search for a new boat, and the path to perfect compromise.