When the engine started making a hammering sound I slowed, and slowed some more. When it died 10" before sunset a mile south of Gay Island with no one moving on the water to hear a call on Ch. 16 there was Verizon wireless! Fortunately Barrett, Gay Island oysterman was in the vicinity. He rescued me, towing me to the island where we tied the boat up for the night to the farm.
Sad death of a 53 year old engine. Ran like a sewing machine 'til the last minutes. Checked the crankcase oil and the lubricants. All appeared to be OK. Time to get something more prosaic and less delicate. Next stop Craigslist.18' Lyman inboard - 1957