fangy (22667km):
3654 days ago 2 categories   My first taste of a properly cool temperature sail. Cool enough to break out the wettie and still get out of the water and hour or so later with two belly buttons and a possible sex change.I got down to Fangys early after lunch having fed the snotgobblers. I didnt have Decrepit there to tell me what not to rig, so had to rig the wrong sail myself.
I went for the 7.5Koncept on the F2log. I cant say I was ever really comfortable today and I am not sure whether it was the chop, the wind being gusty and shifty or being rigged wrong most of the day. For a few seconds the holes in the cheese aligned for me and I got a good little blast but I had to bail a short time later because it just hairier than my back. I had no control and was just hanging on.On the up side it bounced both my balls back down from where they had gone into hiding with the cold. I think the thought was that if you can drive fast enough over gravel road corrugations they become bearable, so the same must apply to downwind over chop right?
I have said it before, but total respect for you guys that go fast in rough water.! In retrospect I think I would have liked to go next size down for a least the early part of the session.I had my MUFin26speed weed and I think the 7.5 requires something abit bigger. However I am always very wary of fin depth and size on the run itself.
Unfortunately Hardasjelly had managed to get himself into the so 'seriously optimistic as to defy reality' zone when it came to fin choice to start the day. I watched him come charging up from SBend looking really sweet and comfortable, as he usually does, only to come to a slow motion train wreck type halt halfway up the run. I thought he must have hit a stingray, but after sailing around a bit in the spot where things went awry I found the first big weed berg of the season. It was later that I found out that Silver Bullet head Hardy had tried to negoitiate the run with another surplus space Shuttle fin.
Decrep joined in the fun, complaining how he couldnt go up hill so well today, then proceeded to smoke uphill away from me so fast there where Sherpas throwing bits of dead mountaineer cunningly disguised as weed at him from the top end of the course.I watched Decrep for a bit have some solid runs down the speed run proper and hopefully he got some good numbers.
And finally as I was packing up I noticed some one sailing along the foreshore up from S bend smack in the middle of the channel that runs just off the foreshore bank. He followed it expertly all the way up to the finish of the channel at the Eastern edge of the main car park. I was stunned, who was this mystery man that sailed so confidently in just the right spot to pinch up to the top end. I watched as he took off down to the Nairns end and stack it beautifully in a pile of spray. Ahh..faith restored... Sorry I didnt get to say hello Max :-)
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