I was rather newbish when I picked up my Ship Ahoy. I drove 75 minutes to Sheboygan and realized that there was no way that I was going to get the machine up the steep, narrow stairs of the smokey old lesbians’ basement in which it has resided for the past few decades. As luck would have it, my father-in-law lived in town, so I gave him a quick call. 15 minutes later, the old wedgie was loaded in my car. Thanks Papa Jim!