So, there it was, May 2015 and the first weekend out. Friday, I fired the boat up in the driveway. Oh, it sounded sweet. I packed a cooler, and Saturday morning we were off to the ramp, launched and running smooth. There was a smile on my face through the no-wake zone. I was just itching to hit the big lake. I rounded the last bend and told my wife, "OK, here we go!" I hit the throttle, the boat jumped out of the hole, and then … chug-chug, cough-cough. Dead in the water.