Boat Cover Patch

I have an older BassPro boat that came with a custom made heavy canvas cover. I beIieve it is made of cotton, but is the typical canvas material and not plastic. I would like to apply a water repellant to it. Also, when patching small holes and re-stitching seams that come loose, what kind of thread is available that is water, rot and UV resistant?

I would appreciate hearing from those who have indeed actually tried the products they wish to discuss.

Get ScotchGuard fabric protector. It sprays on and I use it every year to renew my cover. It does a great job. You can get it at the grocery store.

2007-08-07 06:39:42 by scubadiver50704

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I have a 86 Sea Ray Seville that I finally have running and shifting and a small crack in the hull patched. I took it out today and cruised around the lake for about and hour and brought it back in. I load it on the trailer and hear a loud scratch. To my dismay, I gouged a long deep scratch (for lack of better word) in the hull...down to but not into the fiberglass. I am pretty certain I can fill it in and patch it...not too many worries there. My two questions are:
1) what is the outer layer of a hull made out of? it is about an eight of an inch thick, the same color of the hull...definately not fiberglass of any sort.
2) what caused the gouge was a small nail like tip sticking out of the inside of the trailer wheel well. there is one on each side just waiting for the boat to hit them. They stick out about a quarter of an inch and seamingly have no purpose but to gouge the hell out of my boat! What in the world are they there for?
Ok, actually one last question. Could I use some type of apoxy (like marine-tex) to just fill in the gouge, or do I need to put a fiberglass patch over it as well? The inner hull layer of fiberglass is untouched.

Obviously I have to do something to cover up those damn tips ripping into my hull!!

Gel-coat, is simply pigmented polyester resin. The same resin is used to impregnate the glass-cloth that makes up the hull. You can use marine grade epoxy to fill the hull and overcoat it with epoxy paint or gel coat. There is no need to "put a "patch" over the repairs.

If the part of the trailer is not needed. you should cut them off, or if needed (I don't know why they would be, Mount a roller or pad to protect the boat.

2009-09-04 15:42:44 by swanny903 !

Make several patches w/ one piece. Simply cut w/ scissors
Holds air under pressure even when stretched. See-thru patch works with all colors. Conforms to irregular surfaces
Application instuctions included - Fix it right, guaranteed!

Back in the 1960's when I was a kid I saw a scary movie on the Saturday afternoon Creature Feature where people were slowly covered in seaweed or moss. It was some kind of infection or transformation caused by radiation and it started out as a patch of green fuzzy stuff here and there and grew until the people were covered in it, like "Swamp Thing." I recall near the end when a man and woman are rowing a small boat in the fog and he turns into a vegetation man as the fog clears. I believe it was in black-and-white. There may have been a larger ghost ship involved at sea and the "disease" came from there. It scared the crap out of me. I have to see this movie again. Thanks.
Roger
aarassus@yahoo.com

Creature from the black lagoon.

2007-10-12 22:35:52 by aarassus

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Note I didn't grow up Italian; but with some minor editing these pretty much covered it for people who grew up, like I did, with parents from Europe, South America or the Caribbean!

1. You have at least one relative who wore a black dress every day for an entire year after a funeral.
2. You spent your entire childhood thinking what you ate for lunch was pronounced "sangwich."
3. Your family dog understood Italian.
4. Every Sunday afternoon of your childhood was spent visiting your grandparents and extended family.
5. You've experienced the phenomena of 150 people fitting into 50 square feet of yard during a family cookout.
6. You were surprised to discover the FDA recommends you eat three meals a day, not seven.
7. You thought killing the pig each year and having salami, capacollo, pancetta and prosciutto hanging out to dry from your shed ceiling was absolutely normal. (Wow, that's really Italian!)
8. You ate pasta for dinner at least three times a week, and every Sunday, and laughed at the commercial for Wednesday is Prince Spaghetti day.
9. You grew up thinking no fruit or vegetable had a fixed price and that the price of everything was negotiable through haggling.
10. You were as tall as your grandmother by the age of seven.
11. You thought everyone's last name ended in a vowel.
12. You thought nylons were supposed to be worn rolled to the ankles.
13. Your mom's main hobby is cleaning.
14. You were surprised to find out that wine was actually sold in stores.
15. You thought that everyone made their own tomato sauce.
16. You never ate meat on Christmas Eve or any Friday for that matter.
17. You ate your salad after the main course.
18. You thought Catholic was the only religion in the world.
19. You were beaten at least once with a wooden spoon or broom.
20. You thought every meal had to be eaten with a hunk of bread in your hand.
21. You can understand Italian but you can't speak it.
22. You have at least one relative who came over on the boat.
23. All of your uncles fought in a World War.
24. You have at least six male relatives named Tony, Frank, Joe or Louie.
25. You have relatives who aren't really your relatives.
26. You have relatives you don't speak to. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
27. You drank wine before you were a teenager.
28. You relate on some level, admit it, to the Godfather and the Sopranos. I maka a meata ball you can't refuse! ...forrgetttabbboutit! badda bing!
29. You grew up in a house with a yard that didn't have one patch of dirt that didn't have a flower or a vegetable growing out of it.
30. Your grandparent's furniture was as comfortable as sitting on plastic. Wait you were sitting on plastic.
31. You thought that talking loud was normal.
32. You thought sugared almonds and the Tarantella were common at all weddings.
33. You thought everyone got pinched on the cheeks and money stuffed in their pockets by their relatives.
34. Your mother is overly protective of the males in the family no matter what their age.
35. There was a crucifix in every room of the house.
36. Wakes would be held in someone's living room.
37. You couldn't date a boy without getting approval from your father. (Oh, and he had to be Italian)
38. You called pasta "macaroni".
39. You dreaded taking out your lunch at school.
40. Going out for a cup of coffee usually meant going out for a cup of coffee over Zia's house.
41. Every condition, ailment, misfortune, memory loss and accident was attributed to the fact that you didn't eat something.
42. Those of you who get this...YOU KNOW who to pass it on to!

CIAO!

http://www.total-knowledge.com/~willyblu es/
From; Willys Jokes archives! Best damn jokes anywhere!

Bwahahaha! I'm Irish, but I went to Catholic school and grew up with a lot of Italians...so I can definitely relate to a lot of these. ☺

2006-08-01 10:47:23 by Willy

Ld be extremely grateful!! Even just a basic one! Please, I need to translate this into frenh for tomorrow. Yes it is French homework, but it's not my translating skill that is needed because I live in France, so I just needed to write the story. Which I have done. PLEASE??!!!!!! it's this:
"I'm cold" I murmered, for the sixth time. But jon didn't seem to mind. Then again, if you can endure sitting in a boat waiting for a fish to bite your fishing line, you can endure anything. I'd like to say that I came on this fishing trip for some quality time with my uncle but the truth is my parents were in hawaii for the weekend and all my friends were at a lady gaga concert. Honestly, how can anyone in the right mind go like that kind of music? Well, I had to admit, that concert seemed pretty exiting compared to this dreary trip. 
 "Hey Louis," Jon said, snapping me out of my daydreaming rather abruptly. "I think I got a bite!"
 "Great" I replied, not as convincingly as I'd have liked
 "Wow! I think this is a big one!" he persisted
I risked a glance over and noticed he was struggling a little. I dismissed it as he was getting a little bit old and weak. Don't tell him I said that, or, wrote it rather...
 "Louis, seriously can I get some help over here?". I didn't think he was going to drop this at all, so I went over and helped him. This, I would find out later, was a very big mistake.
For no sooner had I grabbed hold of the fishing rod, he grinned at me, and just before letting go, told me "good luck".
As soon as I grasped the fact he let go of the rod, I plunged head first into the water, spinning. Naturally, I panicked. My head was filled with numorous things - for example, what on earth could have pulled me overboard so easily in the middle of a lake? Then of course why had jon just let go? And what did he mean by good luck? But then, a more important thought fought it's way into my conciousness. I was human. I was underwater. Humans can't breath underwater. I panicked again, and the remaining air in my lungs escaped me. I'd heard once it would be hard to tell which way was up, but I looked around and saw light filtering throuh the water. I swam towards it as fast as I could and came up gasping for air. I was about to try swimming back to the boat when I realised it had gone. Which was strange because i'd only been under for a few seconds, and uncle jon's boat didn't have an outboard motor. I decided to swim to the shore and think what exactly happened back then.

 The boat was no-where in sight. Neither was the small lakeside cafe we'd stopped at before we went out onto, and in my case under the lake. I sat up so I could get a better view of things, and noticed a fishing hook with a line attached to it, the other end of the line was still in the water. I tugged on what was inevitably my uncle's fishing line, not sure what to expect and it simply came out of the water. I pulled it back to me sitting on the beach and something strange happened. The water began to ripple, but with a sandy colour. As I watched this sandy colour turn to a sort of brown colour, right before it began to, well, solidify. Just a few seconds later the lake had become a big patch of soil, and come to think of it, so had the sand. Right before my eyes, I saw grass begin to erupt from the fresh ground. Now, I knew this wasn't possible, but it seemed the events so far had pretty much shredded the laws of science, so I gasped as the grass grew really quickly so that it covered the area surrounded by forest - which strangely had stayed the same. Then a chimeny stack sprouted from the ground. Followed by some roof tiles, which were - I couldn't believe it - attatched to a house, which continued to rise from the ground until, standing before me was an expensive looking modern house. I heard some giggling behind me and turned to see two beautiful girls - around my age, came skipping past me. One of them stopped and turned to me, and sounded just like a good friend, said "Close your mouth Louis! You look like you've just seen a ghost!" and then skipped off to join the other girl and together they entered the house and closed the door behind them. I obediantly closed my mouth and, as you do, fainted.

When I woke up, I could hear car horns, a police siren and some people shouting. I sat up and found I'd been lying on a few layers of cardboard in a backstreet allyway. I got up and wondered in the direction of the street and the scene started to change again. Still half asleep, I didn't have enough energy to act shocked, so all I could manage was to look rather shocked and stifle a small gasp. And then I began to shiver. Partly because I was scared at what was happening to me, but mostly because the new scene was on top of a big, snow covered hill. I heard some creaking behind me and turned to see a frail old woman opening the door to a log cabin that wasn't there a few seconds ago. She invited me inside, and within a few minutes I was sit

You are certainly right that the assignment was not about your translating skill. The assignment was to write the story in French. You have made it ten times harder for yourself by writing it in English instead. The key words there are "for yourself." Not for someone on YA. It would probably be easier and faster if you would just rewrite it in French instead of trying to translate.

2009-09-28 12:33:49 by Mr. Brightside ツ