The first time I lost my boat, WILDFLOWER, the 27' custom cruiser I'd built at Wylie Design in 1975, was after the 1978 SHTP......
At the end of August, a day after SOLITAIRE and WILDFLOWER were scheduled in Oakland, I called Matson and inquired when I could pick up our boats. Their answer surprised me: "We have no record of your boats. We do not have them."
If the first time I lost WILDFLOWER was compliments of Matson shipping in 1978, the second time she went missing was the end of May, 1986. I'd contracted with a local boat mover, "Drivin' Ivan," to truck WILDFLOWER north to Anacortes, WA, on his big rig.
Drivin' Ivan, of Alviso Boat Movers, moved all the big Santa Cruz built boats, including the SC-50's and SC-70's. IVAN was known for his cheap rates, fast turn-arounds, and getting boats delivered without hassle or much worry about permits.
We waved goodbye to WILDFLOWER as she began her journey from Santa Cruz over Highway 17 loaded on Drivin' Ivan's big maroon truck. The plan was to meet in three days at the boatyard in Anacortes.
The next morning after Ivan's departure I get a call from a friend. "Hey Skip, do you know where your boat is?" I assured him she was on the I-5 freeway, headed north to Washington State.
"Better read the headlines in the SF Chronicle" was my friend's reply before hanging up.
I walked to the corner newspaper rack, put in a dime, and pulled out the morning Chron. Holy guacamole, there on the front page were headlines "Big Pot Ring Reportedly Smashed."
It seems that Ivan had parked WILDFLOWER in his Milpitas Industrial Yard, hooked up another tractor trailer van, driven to Pier 3 in San Francisco, met a smuggling ship, and loaded 17 tons of marijuana worth $40 million inside his rig before driving back to Milpitas. Unfortunately for Ivan, and 16 other suspects, the whole operation was watched by the DEA and Customs officers, who jumped out of the bushes and surrounded Ivan's smuggling trailer, now parked next to WILDFLOWER.
Having read this news I wasn't sure what to do. Theoretically, all Ivan's property was impounded, including the trailer WILDFLOWER was on. And Ivan was now in jail for conspiracy to import and distribute marijuana.
I drove to Milpitas and parked on a hill overlooking lonely WILDFLOWER behind the chain link fence, scene of the previous night's bust. With binoculars, I could see the hatches were still secured and locked, a good sign.
I drove back home and called Ivan's phone number. His son Shawn answered, and I asked him about "the problem." "Oh, there's no problem," Shawn assured me. I asked how my boat was going to get to Anacortes, with Ivan in lock-up.
"Oh, I'll be driving your boat north, I'm a licensed and professional trucker and work for my dad."
There wasn't anything I could do but hope for the best. Shawn, with WILDFLOWER in tow, did arrive in Anacortes, only 2 days behind schedule. Drivin' Ivan spent a year in the pokey.
I was lucky. And learned a big lesson not to trust word-of-mouth recommendations, low bid contracts, or "we don't need no stinkin' permits."