Well, I was riding along with you all in the back of this conversation bus, right up until the s word got spilled. Sentimentality is a funny thing. Just yesterday I was trading e-mail musings with a brother of mine, and we were getting all gooey and teary eyed over fond memories about some old family cars we'd been cursed with. Our Dad handed down to his sons cars that should've been towed to the scrapyard. Instead, they became our means of youthful escape...provided we always carried jumper cables, wore sensible walking shoes, and enjoyed a weird sense of humour. It's funny how the memory plays tricks. Dents become dimples, rust is remembered as rosy blushes, and "prone to stalling" is now fondly called "prone to forgetting to idle". One car I/we drove had a rusted out rear end, which mean't we had to keep the trunk lid closed or the whole back end would bottom out. If luggage had to be tossed in the trunk, we just jacked up the rear until we could get the trunk lid closed again...no problem. Another leaked exhaust fumes so bad, my brother drove with windows down, and kept a running conversation with any backseat occupants, "just to make sure they were still conscious".
I'm not sure if our old Dad was doing us favours, or just keeping us busy. In any case, we were grateful to have those cars, but embarrassed to drive them. So I can relate to this fellow selling his worn out canoe, and perhaps feeling fondly about it. If the price were right, say a fraction of the asking price, it might be tempting as a bargain. But, take it from me; be prepared for any eventuality, and have a good sense of humour. You might need it.