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Tim Member  Member#: 238 Location: Registered: 01-06-2003 Diary Entries: 343 Mood: Not enough time to do it all. |
7th June 2007 Windsurfing: Brog Wind Direction: NNE Wind Stength: F2 Surf / Sea State: Air Temperature: 20 Sea Temperature: 15 Weather: Max Speed: Distance Covered: Race 6 June 7th =========== Tony's write up =========== Now is it in my nature to complain? Do I expect too much from life? But I ask one question and one question only! Where the hell is the wind on a Thursday night? Yet again we were greeted with another off shore drift in a force 2 north easterly. Oh joy of joys! Nevertheless it was a battle that had to be fought, so 14 contestants made for the pond intent on some competitive drifting. Andre who before the start tried to slip his Equipe race into the water without anyone seeing was spotted by yours truly and was told in no uncertain terms that ex dinosauronic racers were not allowed their own race board) The starting hooter went with a novel broad reach to the first mark. The Hoff (as usual was up the front with Geoff Gray and new contestant Andre Jones also well up (I have noticed with interest that as this windless season has progressed more and more of these dinosauronic racers from the distant past are emerging to compete; as they used to do before the ice age) Also with a good start Phil (Eeyore 2), and Mike were well in there. An experience Mike apparently had never had before. Further back things were not going so well, Tony (Eeyore 1) was having a few problems with Mark Fowler who kept taking his wind while chuckling to himself apparently enjoying the sensation. Dave Skye seemed to have only one aim in life as he repeatedly bore down on Phil and rammed him making several attempts to sink his rival ( was this a personal vendetta or had he been paid by a rival thistle eater to noble Eeyore 2) Something rather odd was still happening on the start line, Annette had apparently made a startling discovery, the little Yellow buoy that we had all assumed was just a marker buoy that indicated the start line, was perhaps not what it seemed. For she had become terribly agitated continually circling it and making some very odd noises . I can only surmise that she thought that this was an egg she had laid earlier and had become over excited at the thought of it’s imminent hatching. WAS THIS TO BE HER FIRST BORN? After some hours (or was it 2 minutes and 9 seconds) she deserted her apparently infertile egg and resumed the race. Nature can be so cruel sometimes! Meanwhile up front things were happening. Were my eyes deceiving me or had Geoff taken the lead, excitement was growing on the bank. Was the Hoff’s supremacy about to be toppled? Had he met his Waterloo? Had the mighty finally fallen? Our starter Ron got so excited at the prospect that he pressed the horn twice, (by mistake I wonder or a ploy to knobble the Hoff ?) Thus reducing the race to two laps. By the start of the second lap things started to pan out. Old Hoffy and Geoff continued their battle, Andre wrestled with his newly acquired white whale in third while Tim returning to the fray after a couple of missed weeks was doing well in fourth. Mike Milntrhorpe and Mark Fowler seemed glued together most of the way round, perhaps it had been unwise of Mike to make a derogatory comment about Mark’s depleted harem For the recipient responded by hurling his rig at him from behind. There was a tangled mess similar to a couple of thwarted would be mating ducks having an argument. Phil took advantage of this little tiff and nipped through at the bottom mark. Mark recovered and set off in pursuit, but Mike appeared to sulk and was seen to be heading for the reeds to recover his composure. Jo was having an excellent race having seen off a challenge from Jonathan, (who was not quite living up to last weeks success) was now pressing on in the middle of the field unaware that her main rival Annette was still trying to recover from the loss of her unborn fledgling. The procession was now nearing it’s end . The Hoff was forced into pumping for the line as yet again and for the sixth time in a row he crossed the line first( one wonders whether the thrill of winning must be waning a bit with this constant repetition) Geoff took second despite not knowing where the finish line was. Andre was third, while Tim hung onto 4th. You would have thought Eeyore two had won the race as he finished 5th ahead of his dastardly rival, lobbing thistles in all directions by way of celebration. Tony had thrown everything into the last upwind leg and made up three places ( I note from the comments on the race sheet from the race officer that he is accused of ignoring Mikes desperate shouts of STABOARD) I might point out all entirely untrue. I should no cus I was there! As Tony took 6th John Andel squeezed in 7th while Mike slipped a bit in 8th. Dave Skye had had a better race taking 9th while Jo took a very credible 10th. The last leg had proved all to much for Mark as he lossed six places to finish in 11th, Jonathan came 12th while Rob despite practicing his drifting techniques most of the afternoon could only manage13th while the distraught would be mother in the shape of Annette brought up the rear never really recovering from her earlier trauma with her unhatched egg If there is any justice in the world and applying the law of averages NEXT WEEK MUST BE WINDY! |
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