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29th July 2004
Windsurfing: Brog Race Night Wind Direction: Due Southerly Wind Stength: F2/3 Surf / Sea State: Flat Air Temperature: 28 Sea Temperature: 18 Weather: Hot and a bit cloudy Max Speed: Distance Covered:
Tony Tiffen Writes: Racing 29th July
28 degrees and rising. God it's hot. Pity the wind didn't rise with it. But
despite just a gentle force two, 11 brave souls headed for the water.
Boards were at a premium and onlookers were aware of minor scuffles as they
fought for the Primo Super Tankers. Lake manager was seen skulking to the
water's edge with an F2 Discovery tucked under his arm and Mike george
followed suit, asking for the one with footstraps! (what's the guy on? Is
he expecting wind or something!). There were murmurs amongst the multitude
as these light machines were placed in the water( Was this cheating or
what?).
The start gun goes! (all right then the whimpish whistle is blown) And off
they go. Dave Skye adopted an interesting manouver by screaming down on the
opposition (as much as anyone can scream in a force two) intent on sinking
half the fleet before they even got going. An interesting ploy, though I
have my doubts of the legality of it!
But soon the fleet strung out in a long, if somewhat sluggish line. Boulter
once again took the lead, while " I'll pump this bloody thing into
submission" Dave Skye huffed and puffed his way just behind. Tim who
unexpectedly actually went the right way for once, slotted into third.
Close in pursuit came the Foreman, while Mr Burns drifted along next. At
the back of the field Discovery190s were being made by participants. It
appears that DISCOVERY'S don't go up wind! Mike George gave up trying to
drive the thing upwind, by suddenly departing from the field of battle and
sulking in the corner while attempting a bit of freestyle ( for those of
you unitiated in this particular passtime, it is as far as I understand it,
a process of finding as many ways you can, of falling off a board)
Tony battled on with his Discovery, convinced that there must be somee way
of making it go.
Much to the delight of Mark Fowler he failed and Mark was soon snapping at
his heels before passing him. Despite being behind Mark I was aware of a
grin that the Cheshire cat would have been proud of. It was all too much
for Tony whom like Mike earlier retired from the fray and went and played
with his BBQ. Mike Minthorpe was in the meantime struck with horror in the
middle of the lake as he observed his children(Who had become bored of
throwing a ball for Rusty) were now using his car roof as a Trampoline!
Caroline (the salad woman) fought off any chalange that Sandy might make (
this was unlikely due to the fact that she was asleep for most of the
race).
The race finished with little changing. John and Dave (the pump) fought
tooth and nail all the way round. But Dave was perhaps guilty of
overpumping which eventually cost him the race. The rest finished in an
orderly Queue behind.
THERE'S JUST NO STOPPING MR BOULTER!!!!!
Tony missed out that me, Chris and Chris did an extra lap to try and wind
up Skye-Bloke & John Boulter that they did not do enough laps. It started
to work for a while but then too many people started arguing the toss, so
we lost out./
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