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


  • Amy

    Well, obviously my perfect summer day would be the Fourth of July, the greatest day of the year. I would wake up before the sun had come up above the horizon. I would immediately throw on my red, white and blue bathing suit with jean shorts and my United Tees Birth Place of Country Music tank, along with my favorite baseball hat. Everyone else would be awake now in the house and in the houses of my relatives. The whole crew would be up and getting ready for our long day at the beach.

    We would pile into the trucks donned with American flags. Of course, we had packed all the snacks and the most important, coolers full of beer, the night before so we would be ready. We would drive down to the beach and get there just as the sun was coming up. A few family members would run down to the beach to get the perfect spot besides a fire pit and starting claiming our territory while the rest of us would be unloading. Once everything was set up by the pit, we would all relax and get our tans on and playing corn hole and ladder ball.

    The night would end as we watched fireworks coming from a boat in the water. It would be an amazing sight to see. Of course there would also be s’mores involved because who can have a bonfire without s’mores.

    That would be my perfect summer day!

    @marquardt_8


  • David Dowling

    My perfect summer day starts with me, my girlfriend, and my three best friends heading out to the lake. We all have Cokes-the kind with real sugar and the glass bottles, not the corn syrup kind. We rent a boat and spend the entire day cursing around and exploring new islands. I’m wearing American flag swim trunks, and we all get a good tan.


  • Dean Cramer

    My favorite summer day starts by waking up about 9am, hitting up Taco Bell for breakfast, picking up my girl, and heading out to the beach. Cruising around on the dinghy, drinking some cream soda, and catching some rays till the early evening. Then dressing up for a nice dinner at a restaurant in town. After a nice dinner, we go back to the beach to watch the sunset over the lake. To me that’s the American Dream. I wear red, white, and blue, because America never goes out of style. Thanks for tanks.


  • Sab

    My ideal summer day would be on a Friday! It’s the weekend and that means it’s time to let loose and have fun! Friday nights are meant to be enjoyed so my best friend and I wold make it into a girls day, we would get our nails and toes done that morning, go out to eat lunch at the marina where they serve the best maryland crab cakes and enjoy the weather by going to the dock to stick our feet in while we watch the locals in their kyaks. To end the evening on the right foot we would go to a blue crabs baseball game to enjoy our favorite sport and eat all the funnel cakes we want. There are always fireworks at the end of each game and that along with everything else that took place during the day would make the perfect summer day for me!

    Twitter: Sabx0_


  • Taylor Mae

    My perfect summer day would be hopping in my jeep, windows down, music up and headed to the lake with some good friends and a cooler full of beer. The water would be warm and calm, perfect for boating and skiing. As the day comes to and end I would watch through my RayBans as the sun set, leaving my skin sun kissed and ready for another southern summer day and night. @Tay_Walker


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