It reminds me of an incident that happened to me many years ago. We were entering a lock on a small coaster in the early hours of the morning. I had stuck my head out of the funnel side door to watch us gliding into the lock while the second engineer remained in the control room.
Our engine was a three cylinder medium speed, opposed piston Doxford, and, as the rings wore on the top piston and compression was not as good as it should have been, starting became less and less reliable. We were going to re-ring the top pistons in port. The Chief had warned the ‘Old Man’ that starting was less than reliable so he should enter the lock slowly. The ‘Old Man’ was a gentle soul but Lithuanian, with a poor command of English and a stubbornness that tended to isolate him. He was also noted as manoeuvring the ship as though he was using on-off switches. Finesse was not his strength.
As we glided into the lock I was watching the quayside rushing past, bathed in the lights of the locks, I remember very clearly thinking, “F*ck me we’re going a bit fast”. Then I heard the chuff, chuff, chuff of the engine trying in vain to start. Then I heard the chuff, chuff, chuff again. By the third time I heard the chuff, chuff, chuff I was half way down the steps taking them three at a time. By the time I burst into the control room the engine finally fired and immediately went to full astern. Apparently we stopped only inches away from the far gate.