A young man's dream fulfilled
Sometimes a sailor just sees a boat that takes you away - your breath, your mind, your money - everything. It can happen to anybody and has nothing to do with your age. Ericsons did this to me when I was a starving college student. I saw my first Ericson 25 in Scottsdale, AZ at a dealership. It was sooo perfect! Breathtaking and absolutely beautiful! The size, fit, finish, and ouch, the pricetag, left an indelible impression. Oh, how I wanted one! I had always thought that if I could ever own an Ericson, my life would be just about perfect. That feeling has never waned. Now, 30 years later, I was wandering around the Internet and had that first jolt of love all over again. I found an original owner's widow selling theirs in Florida with lots of extra options and "stuff." All those old feelings resurfaced and within a week (after the survey) I finally had my Ericson. Not a big one, mind you - but an Ericson nonetheless. Call me a romantic, a throw-back, or whatever. I'm proud to now be part of the Ericson legacy.
I love hearing that these older proven boats can still put out a bit of whup-ass on newer designs on the water. The old girls can still get the job done - any size - anywhere. Fast boats are fun. Thank you Mr. King!