The Story of Boats, Bow Ties & Freedom


Picture this. You wake up, early enough that the heat of the summer hasn’t yet taken away the cool morning air that fills your home, especially as you open the door to the second story porch. You survey the sky- all is clear but a few clouds in the distance. The street around you is calm and peaceful- all that can be heard is the faint hum of a lawn mower in the distance, and the lazy panting of the neighbor’s dog, barely visible through their fenced in yard. It couldn’t be a more peaceful start to the day, and you know it will only get better.

You receive a call from one of your closest friends, while having an essential cup of coffee on the balcony. They know a friend of a friend who wants to get a group together to make the most of this perfect American summer day. And what makes it so American? They have a boat, of course. Ripe for the taking, and ready to be taken out for a day on the water. It’s a no-brainer to say yes immediately, of course. This is exactly why you chose to move to Charleston, South Carolina, land of the harbor, the high-class, and the ultimate southern American lifestyle.

You’ll be picked up right outside your house in a half hour- can’t waste the day, and the perfect sailing weather. You head back inside to get ready, and it’s a given that you throw on your new United Tees Boats, Bowties, and Freedom tank over your bathing suit, paired with a baseball cap. It’s perfectly appropriate for a day at sea, and you know you’ll stay cool and comfortable.

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A red Jeep Wrangler pulls up into your drive right on time. As you climb in the back, there are a couple faces you recognize, but a couple that are unfamiliar. You aren’t worried-you know you’ll all be friends by the end of this adventure. As you pull up to the dock at the harbor where this elusive friend of a friend’s boat is waiting, you’re filled with excited anticipation- the boats that are kept at this particular area are bigger and nicer than anything you’ve ever encountered.


With coolers and koozies at hand, you follow the group to- of course- the very biggest and most impressive boat of them all. You’re greeted by a handsome, youthful guy at the bow, waving at you with one hand, a Bud Light in the other. You read the name of the boat off the side- Freedom Rider, it’s called. Perfect.

The rest of the day flies by in a blur of expert sailing, a perfect breeze, and plenty of good ol’ American beer to go around. At one point you stand alone at the side, surveying the amazing view of the city from afar, with Luke Bryan playing faintly from the other end of the boat. You can’t imagine how this day, or your summer, can get any better than this.


Just as you have that thought, the owner of the boat comes up and throws his arm around you, letting you know that this day in paradise won’t be quite over just yet. He knows of a party being thrown that evening in a house on the Battery, overlooking the very water you’re sailing in. It’s going to be filled with the upper-class of Charleston, he warns you, and you all have to get back right away so you have time to get dressed in your very best attire. Are you interested?


Of course.


After pulling the boat back into the marina and docking it, you all run back to the car, wanting plenty of time to get ready and prepared for what’s promised to be one of the biggest parties of the summer. After making sure every hair is in place and every dress and suit are left unwrinkled, you are all ready to go just in time for the cab to pick you up- not quite a limo, but close enough for you.


As you enter the party, immediately you are blinded by the brightness and glitter of the outfits of the immaculately dressed socialites, paired perfectly with their dates’ flawless smiles. There are men in bowties and seersucker galore, and you feel that you couldn’t create a more stunning southern American display if you tried. You are immediately handed a glass of champagne, and whisked away to the third story, where you are promised the most amazing view of the harbor available in the entire city.

You aren’t even slightly disappointed. As you stand with a crowd of your new friends of southern royalty, you soak in the view of the harbor, somehow looking even more brilliant than it had earlier that day. As you admire the view, suddenly you see fireworks go off in the distance, coming from across the water  Though you know that there is no major holiday to be celebrated, the fireworks somehow make perfect sense. Every day in this city is a day to be celebrated, and what’s a better American way to do so than with fireworks? 

 

You know you’re going to need at least a few days to process how incredible this summer day has been for you. You've truly lived the American dream- complete with boats, bow ties, and freedom.


82 comments


  • Maggie

    My perfect summer day would start out with breakfast of coffee and omelets eaten out on the porch with my closest friends. Then, we would pack up and head to the beach, making sure we had our tanks on to keep us cool and our personal Bubba Kegs to keep ourselves hydrated. After a long day of sun and sand, we would head back in and have a cook out for dinner. We’d end the night with s’mores around the bonfire. I can’t wait for summer to officially start!

    @mburkeee


  • Trey Edwards

    Not gunna lie. A day with the broski’s and random babes sums up the American summer dream pretty well….


  • Alex

    My perfect summer day would start off by waking up at the crack of dawn smelling a freshly brewed pot of coffee. I would then walk out onto the back porch watching and listening to the waves roll onto the shore while the sunrise is glaring onto the water. Then I would throw on my United Tees tanks and grab my rods and go and fish on the shore until 8:30. Then I would come in and make eggs,biscuits, and bacon. Then I would hook up with my friends and go to Blue Cove. Then we would go and chill around downtown shopping and eating. Then we come back and go paddle boarding and night fishing. Then we would have a nice bonfire on the beach chilling and talking and playoff music. That is the definition of a perfect summer night. @Fisher027


  • Rebecca Lynn

    Waking up in a tent on the beach with your closest buds. Starting the day with fishing for breakfast, cooked of course. Then swimming out to the boat you docked a little bit off shore. Where you spend the whole day wake boarding, cruising, fishing and hanging out. Swimming, tanning and enjoying the company of others is pure bliss. And to end the day, you dock the boat back where it was and go back to your tents to have dinner and party around a huge bonfire. Y’all end up stargazing and singing and fall asleep under the stars to the lapping of the waves on the beach.


  • Lisa Coomer Queen

    My perfect summer day is spent at the Lake. Boating, tubing, skiing and swimming. Cooking out and maybe even sleeping out side.


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