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Tim Member  Member#: 238 Location: Registered: 01-06-2003 Diary Entries: 343 Mood: Not enough time to do it all. |
4th August 2006 Windsurfing: Brog Wind Direction: N Wind Stength: F2 Surf / Sea State: Air Temperature: 19 Sea Temperature: 19 Weather: Clear Max Speed: Distance Covered: 5 (Nautical Miles - unless stated otherwise) Race 10 Aug 3rd - REPORT by TONY TIFF ========================================= After another blank week last week due to a total lack of wind yet again, battle was resumed again! Many contestants were either away or in a total lethargic and alcoholic haze that they were unable to partake (namely Janet and Alex) So eight participants took to the field of battle all sporting the white whale form of transport due to a gusty and unpredictable northerly breeze. Extra confusion was added to the fray when the course had a sausage thrown in, it’s a well known fact that Brogborough racers have directional abilities, anything more than two buoys in a race causes all sorts of problems, with everyone drifting off in different directions not really knowing where they were supposed to be going. A SAUSAGE was a recipe for disaster! The gun went with some of the fleet still drifting around aimlessly and facing the wrong direction. Tim got off to a flier, slightly bemused as to why no one else had joined him ‘Had he got the start time wrong again?’ But was then relieved to see a few set off in pursuit. Mike George was having attachment problems with Jonathan as they tried to race joined together, Annette got a good start as did Mark (despite being refused both illegal sail and race board) Jo was going well and as the race proceeded Mark was as usual surrounded by his depleted harem (the other two inebriated members lolling on the bank brandishing the start hooter which Rusty the club dog was convinced was a threat to his well being and attacked it every time Janet pressed it. Though it was noted the start gun was a fraction late going as the starter couldn’t find the button to press (how many cans of cider had she consumed?) Back on the start line Tony had at last turned his amphibious craft round so at least it was facing the right way, while Phil appeared to be admiring the scenery and slowly circling in true Eeyore fashion some considerable way back from the start line. By the first mark the inevitable Mr George had disentangled himself from Jonathan and had eased himself through the fleet into his customary position. Unfortunately the sausage had confused him as he sped off towards the wrong mark, but soon he realised his mistake and normal service was resumed. Tim vainly pursued in second and by the end of the sausage Tony had moved into third. As the race proceeded Phil started to move through Mark and his harem and take his place in fourth position. In fact for a while he was beginning to threaten Eeyore 1 in third place, who was now well aware of this closing threat and even considered taking the drastic step of lobbing a few thistles at his pursuer. Fortunately the threat receded and the proposed drastic action was not deemed necessary. Half way through the race now and Mike was way out in front, Tony and Tim were battling out in second, while the rest trooped along behind. Now Mr George started taking the piss! Aware that the sun was beating down and the wind was dropping he dropped his sail and started de-robing the top half of his wetsuit, much to the excitement of the drunken harem on the bank. Had a gin and tonic been available I am convinced he would have sat down and enjoyed that as well. Anyhow having made himself more comfortable he decided to proceed with the race “Had the pack closed?” You ask Well if it had it certainly wasn’t visible. The race proceeded! Tony kept closing on Tim then dropping back again. Phil was now being threatened by Mark who had discovered that you can’t make whales go dead into wind on the beat, ‘it just doesn’t work’. Annette fell in backwards when the wind backed on her at the clubhouse mark. This mark was becoming more and more difficult as the wind dropped and swung slightly offshore. Jo decided that this spot was ideal place to become a slow turning Catherine wheel and gently circled round and round At last the race was done. Seventeen and a half minutes a lap seemed an eternity and it was with some relief when Ron shorten the course. Mike it goes without saying won and Tim held off Tony’s final challenge to take second. Tony was third while Phil came fourth with Mark just behind in fifth, a slightly bedraggled Annette came 6th, while Jo and Jonathan considered enough was enough and retired It would seem now that nothing can stop Mike George from retaining his trophy AH WELL SUCH IS LIFE! |
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