It’s a shame that more girls aren’t trained as marine mechanics because, frankly, with the tiny spaces one has to maneuver in to work on  a boat, most men, with their big, cumbersome frames, just aren’t built for it.

The job we tackled on Monday, after putting off boat work to celebrate my birthday all weekend, was to figure out why our fuel gauge wasn’t working.

I’d gotten on the Catalina 34 site and Cruiser’s Forum  to ask how I could figure out whether the problem was with the fuel gauge on the instrument panel or the sender float in the fuel tank. I got a lot of advice on how to figure this out, along with the guess that  we had a bad sender float, and if that was the case, it was more trouble than it was worth to replace it.

Advice: Replacing the fuel float is more trouble than it is worth

I relayed this to Ryan and he looked at me like I’d just suggested we  live without a fridge because that would be easier than fixing it.  “That’s ridiculous!” he said. “It can’t be that hard to fix. Besides, we’ll learn something.” Which is Ryan’s motto for everything we tackle on the boat: “We’ll learn something.” And, granted, this has been true for everything so far. It’s just that it often conflicts with my motto, which is: “Don’t work too hard.”

Since Ryan wasn’t happy to settle for living with a broken fuel gauge, we set to work pulling off the instrument panel in the cockpit to  access the wires behind it.

The plan was to test the wire connections and work out which item was broken. And once we worked out it was, indeed, the sender float, the next job  was to empty out the back berth (our junk room/food pantry) and take  off the panels exposing the tank so we could get to the sender float and  the wires running back to our instrument panel.

Now, this is where I come in.

Because, like the time we had to remove  the heat exchanger from the engine, and the time we ran wires from our  solar panel to our battery monitor through the back of a small hanging  locker, we’ve found that Ryan — with his broad, rugby player’s shoulders  — just isn’t able to squeeze his upper body into tight spaces and  use both hands to tackle an intricate job. I, on the other hand, can  shimmy my small frame into just about any space on the boat.

Ryan — with his broad, rugby player’s shoulders — just isn’t able to squeeze his upper body into tight spaces and use both hands to tackle an intricate job.

For example, removing the heat exchanger required me to hang half  upside down in a hole under the back berth so that my shoulders and neck  sat on the the hull while my legs and hips were above my head on the  berth. In this position, with a flashlight in my mouth, I could use both  hands and a screw driver to remove the heat exchanger.

And when we wired the solar panel, though Ryan was able to reach the  wires in the back of our hanging locker with one hand, he was unable to
also get his other hand in to crimp the wire connector. I, on the other  hand, could shimmy my shoulders almost completely into the locker and
use both hands to do the job.

Accessing the fuel tank, by comparison, was a piece of cake.

I simply  squeezed myself into the 3-foot-high space at the foot of the back  berth, under the cockpit, where our fuel tank sits behind a removable  panel. With a flashlight in my mouth, and my arms squeezed into the  space above the tank, I removed the screws on the sender float. The only  problem was that, being inexperienced at mechanical work, I hadn’t yet  worked out that the five screws around the edge of the fitting held the  gasket in place, while the center screw held the float to the fitting…  and also kept it from falling into the tank.

I worked this out quickly, though, when I unscrewed the center nut  and then shouted, “Noooooo!” as the sender float slipped away from the gasket and kerplunked into the tank. I looked at Ryan sheepishly, and  could tell he was trying really hard not to say, “That was really  stupid.” Luckily, I saved the day with some electrical wire and a fish hook.  Though our fish hook has yet to snag us a fish, it’s now revered for  having retrieved our sender float from the fuel tank.

And once we had the sender float in our hands, we could wire it up  directly to the instrument panel and indeed confirm that when we moved  the float up and down, the needle on the instrument panel didn’t move.  Which meant the sender float was definitely the problem.

Within an hour, though, Ryan had returned from a nearby marine store  in Nassau with a new sender float. So we wired it up to our instrument
panel and voila! The needle moved!

Now all I had to do was crawl back down to the fuel tank and install the new float without dropping it in the tank this time.

Installing the new fuel tank sender float

Note to self: Don’t remove the center screw. If I do say so myself, my installation job was much quicker and more  professional than my removal job. Which I think means I’m improving my  skills. And thanks to having small shoulders, I only got a small crick  in my neck and no major bruises.

I’m trying to take more of an interest in the mechanical workings of  our boat, even though I feel that some things are beyond my comprehension. Like AC and DC electrics. But then again, Ryan has no  more training in this area than I do, so it would be unfair to assume he  should do all the mechanical work just because he’s a man.

I’d be wiling to venture, though, if more women were trained as  marine mechanics, the male mechanics of the world would find themselves  up against some tough competition. We ladies are just better built for  it!

This article was published on February 5, 2013 in Tasha Hacker’s blog: www.TurfToSurf.com

About Tasha Hacker

Tasha is a Traveler who became an English Teacher and then a School Owner but really wanted to be a Ski Bum and instead became a Sailor.

When her husband Ryan blurted out in 2005, “It’s my dream to sail around the world,” her response was, “That’s ridiculous. Who lives on a boat?!” Which resulted in them not speaking.

But the idea festered. So in October 2012, Tasha found herself sailing out of New York City with Ryan and their two cats aboard a Catalina 34 sailboat with an appetite for adventure and a blog url: www.TurfToSurf.com

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