I never understood what the French saw in Serge Gainsbourg. I remember the national outpouring of grief when he died in 1991.
Anyway one of his dirges was Sea, Sex and Sun.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1MVyenU78w
Sitting in my office last week, the refrain would not leave my head so I sprang from my desk and headed out to sea, in the blazing sun. I had not gone very far when I realized that the throttle cable on my motor was jammed. Okinawa is a terrible place for mechanical things as the humidity generates rust more quickly than my toes used to generate Athletes Foot. I turned around and started to free it up by spraying gallons of WD 40 down the cable sleeve. As usual what at first appeared to be quite straight forward turned out to be very fiddly. I had to dismantle the whole engine casing thing, free the cable from the carburetor and generally fiddle with my sausage like fingers in restricted space whilst holding a screwdriver, some allen keys and various screws and nuts in my mouth. I finally fixed the throttle cable but in doing so of course lost the screws that keep the casing together and a little grid thing. I am a terrible mechanic.
It is now 6:00 and my afternoon of Sea, Sex and Sun has not happened. The engine works fine but as I row back in from test run, I manage to snap an oar blade. I blame Gainsbourg.