The trucks of the boatyard are caricatures of the owners that drive them. Idle for 11 months and buried in snow, these trucks roar to life once a year. Held together with wire, duct tape, hope, and elbow grease, they amaze the eye and lighten the spirit. They live temperamental lives and break down in inopportune places. Parked – for better or for worse or just “stopped”. They don’t readily reveal their identity alive or dead because, with a little more hope and a well placed kick, a car can just roar back to life – surprising us all. Hope springs eternal and with just the right amount of hope, one can eek another couple months and hence another season out of a vehicle long past its prime. We are nothing if not resourceful.