Pull the boat up to shore and tie it to the trailer hooked to my ATV. What could possibly go wrong? I told myself to remember to untie the rope before driving away on the ATV.
Not much of a story, really. I had sand and rocks in the trailer - a heavy load - and at start up I felt like I was spinning in mud. Gave the throttle just that little extra goose, fishtailed slightly, then zoomed up the hill, pleased with the performance of my little ATV. When I looked back I wondered briefly why I was trailing a length of rope, then did the palm slap to the forehead in recognition of my duncery, and immediately started singing the Creeque Alley verse "Rope busted, disgusted, age just can't be trusted..."
Later I checked the lyrics and learned that I've been singing it wrong all these years. The real words are "Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted..."
But, la, la-ing to one of my favorite '60s songs by the Mamas and The Papas lightened my burden of senility.
The rope broke. No damage to the boat or the trailer. The sand and rocks are at the top of the hill.