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Tim Member  Member#: 238 Location: Registered: 01-06-2003 Diary Entries: 343 Mood: Not enough time to do it all. |
26th May 2005 Windsurfing: Brog Wind Direction: SW Wind Stength: F2 Surf / Sea State: Flat Air Temperature: 25 Sea Temperature: 18 Weather: Sunny Max Speed: Distance Covered: 4 laps (Nautical Miles - unless stated otherwise) Race #3. I came 5th. Made a bad choice of direction after the 1st mark and went back almost to last place from 3rd. I recovered a lot of places and nearly took over David Tiffen. Dave Skye Boy won. Boulter was grumbling a bit as Dave went over the line the wrong side of the final bouy. At the last mark I got caught by Annette on her last place handicap longboard. Boy does that give speed in marginal conditions. She caught me and we rounded the mark together, she fell off and I dipped my sail, and she grabbed by boom to slow me down a bit! Still it was good fun. Thursday Night Racing May 26th (Tony's write up) As in all things great and wonderful, the eventual demise of Thursday evening slaloms came to an end. Despite the wind blowing most of the day, come the evening it steadily dropped to a meagre force 2/3. And so the Battle star Galatical monsters were summoned in the shape of Premo Teaching boards. As numbers outweighed the availability of said steeds , much discussion, bribery and corruption was bantered back and forth to decide who could have the four available race machines in the disguise of one Equipe, two Imcos and a Fanatic Cat. Added to this the two current leaders were selected to don a couple of very dubious looking barges, both Dave and Mike took one look and opted to sail their own short boards (with an up wind tacking dual to the first mark I doubted the wisdom of this decision) The course was set, race officers were despatched to some distant corner to start the race, then without telling them we moved the start back to the jetty, well it kept them fit tramping back and forwards) There was the inevitable controvicy on the start line, with a good deal of shouting. Someone told Phil he was over the line, where upon he doubled back and for some inexplicable reason, attacked his wife (something to do I guess). At the first mark John Andel had taken a narrow lead over Chris Foreman, the lake manager surprised himself to find that he was lying third, while the rest of the fourteen starters mingled around talking pleasantries to their fellow beings. Half way up the first beat, it was soon apparent that the two guys on short boards were in big trouble, upwind sailing in a force two was impossibility. Mathew had adopted an interesting technique at each tack, deciding it would be easier to detach his rig at each turn and pass it round himself rather than the more traditional walking round the mast (Someone had obviously nobbled his equipment, I suspect his father) Chris and John continued to battle it out in front, having taken the better port tack direction to those that had opted for the starboard course. But on lap two the reverse happened and those on the Starboard tack got the lift and as if from out the blue came Dave Skye, John Boulter and Dave Tiffen, to take over the mantle up front. Dave and John swapped the lead several times during the rest of the race while Big boy Tiffen appeared to be having sex with his equipment as he pumped himself into oblivion, causing severe turbulence to anyone near him. The lake manager was having a personal dual with John Andel and was intent on luffing John as far up the lake as he could to prevent him from passing; well at least they saw bits of lake that no one else saw. But of course it did let the opposition close the gap from behind and Annette tanked past on her race machine about two miles down wind of these two idiots that were still locked in mortal combat. Elsewhere Mark Fowler unaccustomed to such a hire powered beast that lay beneath his feet got it totally wrong at the scaffold mark and ripped his sail in two on a pole that leaped out at the last moment and grabbed him. On the last lap it was apparent that Dave Skye had got the edge on our defending champion and nipped in first, John finished second while pumper Tiffen lay in a state of total pumped out exhaustion after finishing third. while Chris cruised into fourth. There then appeared to be a fairly large gap. Tim and Annette were battling up the last upwind leg, when the lake manager joined the fray from a starboard direction. With a voice that sounded like gravel (due to recent chest infection) it roared Starboard at Annette. Three times it yelled, three times it was ignored; it was only when collision was inevitable that Annette reacted at all. It was at this point that all reason left her, “What should I do “she yelled “Tack you stupid woman Tack” was the response (bloody woman drivers) All too late and Annette went for a swim. But not to be daunted she regained her composure and her sail and set off in pursuit of Tim again. MY GOD SHE’S PLAINING IN A FORCE 2 At the last mark they were locked together, now neither of these two are renowned for their gybing technique and as her ladyship decided that another swim would be a good idea she grabbed Tim’s boom and took him with her, refusing apparently to let go. Nether the less Tim finished fifth, while Tony got 6th, Annette regained her composure to hold of a late bid from her husband to take 7th while Phil finished a disgruntled 8th while chewing on a small piece of weed due to the lack of Thistles in the immediate area (in Joke) John Andel had slipped a bit into 9th Place while Mark Fowler came in 10th looking like he had just survived a hurricane round cape Horn as his sail lay in tatters. Mathew came in 11th having finally mastered his mast track. Father came 12th claiming the whole thing was fixed. While previous 3 time’s winner Mike George came last. He didn’t claim it was fixed, HE BLOODY NEW IT WAS! HE WAS PROBABLY RIGHT! |
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