I'm very sorry for the delay. Winter is looming. So, hopefully SoCal will receive the forecasted El Nino rains and I'll finally have time to locate that lost tape.
OK, Where were we? I had to go back and read through 5 pages of threats, haggles, teases, etc. to find where I left off.
To recap: I finally had the Blunderjet uncrated, fired off, and Colorado river water coarsing through her virgin water jackets.
You know the feeling that you get when you finally light off your new custom build with high zoot, whiz bang motor? It's a giddiness that is unrivaled, right? So, multiply that feeling by a gazillion. Because this was one BADASS Mofo. My weener instantly felt 5 inches longer.
So, now it's go time. I idle away from shore, giggling like a school girl...slowly, cautiously, nervously, blipping the throttle. Unsure of what was to come. Would I actually be able to hang on to this throbbing 550cc of PJS muscle? I did a few back and forth passes and once properly warmed up, I started to crack the throttle. Let's see what this beast has to offer.
Imagine my surprise when I gave it a strong tug on the throttle and....
Blehhhh. No punch. No kick in the ass hit. No arm stretching, hold on for dear life, "OMFG I'm going to die" sensation. Just the opposite. Totally
UNDERWHELMED. WTF??!!!? Is thing thing running on 1 cylinder? Perhaps it will come alive after it's got some time on it? Something's off.
The powerband was light switchy. No bottom end, whatsover. NADA. Then, mid throttle, say 3500 rpm or so.....WHAAAW-ROOOM. It would sorta ,kinda wake up. Nothing to write home about, though. Certainly not even close to what the magazines had promised. Jeff Jacobs described this boat as being able to "win at closed course... right out of the box".
REALLY?
My impression of the Blunderhull... was that it was super wide, long and ultra stable. Just like an aircraft carrier. Noticeably wider than the new Kawi 750 SX's that were now becoming popular on the race scene. The handle pole, however, had it's pivot point much farther back from the nose, than on my JS550. The result was an odd, muted sense of steering input. I tried to fly it and do my 180 stabs that I had long since mastered on the 550. But, this big behemoth wasn't having any part of that. I couldn't get my weight over the front end. My heart instantly sank. Was it heavier than my 550? I'm not sure....but it sure felt like a pig. I could tell immediately, that this was not the playful, nimble, flickable weapon, that my 550 was. I tried to talk myself into liking this thing. "Just give it some time" I muttered to myself. What had I done? Despite not being wowed in the least, there was no turning back. Perhaps, I just needed to get some more tray time in, get aquainted with it, and it would soon start to click for me? I had just spent every last peso that I had on this thing. My 550 had been sold.
I was all in.