I like how you are powering the boat with a shop vac and that she’s an imboard. I also like how you mounted the engine mid ships and low, like my Shamrock. Imboards rule. Also, I am tempted to drive on down just to sit on a stool, drink beer, watch you guys perform your miracle work in building such great boats. All the smelling and deeply inhaling that sweet scent of resin, bringing back my happy childhood memories of being a Boat Rebuilder while fixing up my first cheap, beat up boat at 11 years old in the back yard. She was a 15 foot Lone Star. Sleek, low, long decked. Some rich kid got it and within a year over powered it, cut out the interior, beat and cracked it up and then abandoned her after a years running and now sitting for a few years. The kid was unhinged, a nutter and I benefitted by him and his parents failings. Then I saw her one March day with a tattered $150 For Sale Sign on her. His failed parents were glad to see the boat gone for $100. That resin scent.... Back to times where I’d mow lawns and then ride my bike miles to go and buy a quart of resin and some cloth, one pruchase at a time, every weekend , all summer as my $2,$4,$6 per lawn income allowed me to continue fixing up that sleek boat. One day I was done and she was launched and tied up at the local back yard marina. I continued to mow lawns to pay the dockage fee and fill up the gas tank. Life was wonderful. I had a summer project and boat to keep me focused on good and out of trouble. I also lived ny Dad’s childhood as he , in the 1930’s had an old boat and outboard for his boyhood adventures. I swear, they should make women’s perfume in the scent of resin.