Here is something a couple of you married blokes might relate to and probably have thought about doing after a marital tiff but thought better of it. Yes it does relate to unfortunate boat ramp mishaps.
From 1989 to 2000 I was manager of 1770 camping grounds and because of the distance and dirt roads I saw all sorts of trailer/boat misfortune when they finally arrived ready to hit the drink [In more ways than one]
In 1991 Mr X had a blue with Mrs X in Brisbane and about 7pm decided to hitch his beloved 18 footer behind the 4be and P off somewhere he didn't have to listen to her telling him to hitch up and P off.
It was 3 in the morning and my wife and I were woken in our residence near the 1770 campground entrance by an awful scraping noise that was getting louder and louder.
Mr X was approaching the camground entrance with his 18 footer on behind and had blown 2 out of the four tyres on his tandem on the dirt into Agnes/1770 but because of his annebriated state, had just kept driving his 80 series turbo determined to reach 1770. This is no BS!
I quickly got him off the camground road to avoid waking any more campers and told him to sleep it off.
The spring hangers were almost worn to nothing we discovered in daylight from dragging on the road, and what was more astounding was about lunchtime when Mr X had recovered enough he towed the wrecked trailer to the boat ramp and launched the boat where it promptly sank....
Four of the rollers had disintegrated from the jarring on the dirt road and punched holes in the hull.
By the way guys as Agnes Jack will tell you the dirts gone now...blacktop all the way. Used to be 4 trailer boats at 1770 ramp in those days and one was always mine on a good day.