I slowed down but – as I was driving past – the dredger sprang into action. From nothing, amid an almighty wash, the dredger’s stern rapidly move into my path. It was going to hit me and I didn’t have time to get out of the way.
Figuring that the driver had not seen me, I sounded my horn. The dredger stopped and a collision was avoided.
As I was passing, annoyed as I felt, I waved at the driver. No harm done, I figured. We all make mistakes, right? She responded by shaking her head – a disapproving shake that said I was an idiot boater who didn’t know what he was doing.
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