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Tim Member  Member#: 238 Location: Registered: 01-06-2003 Diary Entries: 343 Mood: Not enough time to do it all. |
14th June 2007 Windsurfing: Brog Race#7 Wind Direction: Who cares Wind Stength: As usual nothing Surf / Sea State: Mirror Air Temperature: Cold Sea Temperature: Warm Weather: Crap as usual Max Speed: Distance Covered: Race 7 June 14th (Tony's Report) Brogborough had spent the day under the threat of thunderstorms, all around flash floods were occurring, yet still the lake stayed dry (as much as a lake can). With race time approaching the sky ominously darkened a mist rolled in across the water like a creeping paralysis. YET STILL THEY CAME, haven’t they got homes to go to or better things to do? The mist increased, any minute now the Lady of the Lake will appear or perhaps just an arm clutching a sword! But undaunted 16 would be racers drifted off to the far end of the swamp to do battle, as with all off wind days there was a total millpond at the clubhouse end, getting to the start line was proving a challenge in itself, never mind the bloody race The two Eeyores were locked together as they drifted towards the start like a grotesque butterfly. Jo started to panic that she would never make the start as her board found reverse and attempted to return home (and who can blame it) It was left to the race manager to start the proceedings The wind as you may have guessed was as usual and for the seventh time on the trot, virtually no existent, add to this the fact that the blackened skies had now decided that now would be a good moment to deliver large quantities of water in a downward direction and you may well get the picture that the evening is not a good evening. You’d be right! I digress. The race started with as usual the Hoff, Andre and Geoff getting a good start, but it was Tim that took an early lead. Phill Young also was up with them, while the other Phil in the shape of a Luckhurst had for some inexplicable reason decided to race for the first time. Rumour was he didn’t want to be race officer. To say he was having problems would be putting it mildly, his mast foot had decided that being connected to the board was not it’s idea of fun and repeatedly leapt from it’s fastenings at the slightest provocation. Success was found on the fourth bid for freedom and it plummeted to the depths of the lake, never to be seen again. Phill was left paddling home and believe me that’s a long way! Muttering that he had always thought racing was a bloody silly pastime and now it was confirmed! The race continued, Tim was soon passed by the Hoff, Geoff and Andre, while further back the Boulter was closing on the remaining Phil. Jo was stamping her authority over her rival Annette, while the Harem supervisor Mark was seen herding his little flock in his usual fashion. Mike Milnthorpe was not going well, I put it down to the run he did before the race started, this triathlon business is all very well, but not just before a race, fatigue was obviously setting in. Rob was just ahead, still trying to recapture the form of a couple of weeks ago , while Jonathan likewise seemed to have peeked too early in the season and was well back. Simon continued to wrestle with his stead, still not too sure how to make the beast go upwind! Sandy Paws was getting perhaps overly excited at the prospect of not actually being lapped (well it’s a start I guess) Half way through. My God do my eyes deceive me? Or is Andre in the lead? Excitement rises at the prospect of an upset! But I guess we can all dream, for as the lap unfolds the Hoff regains both his composure and the lead and covers Andre all the way up the last beat. Geoff seeing a small window of opportunity tacks in the opposite direction and as the finish line looms once again the Hoff’s supremacy seemed in doubt. Geoff closes onto the finish line. The world as we know it is about to change for ever. THE HOFF FINISHES SECOND. Fish are seen leaping with derision, the sky is filled with celebrating cormorants! HOW HAVE THE MIGHTY FALLEN! GOLIATH TOPPLED AT LAST FENCE! (LAKE MANAGER MIXES HIS METAPHORS) Gosh this is all too exciting! Meanwhile Andre takes third. While Tim who had spent the whole race on his own came fourth. JB managed to hold off a late challenge from Phil to take 5th, while Eeyore celebrated another victory over his fellow donkey in the shape of Tony. Whom in a desperate bid to catch him had inadvertently tacked into the doldrums and had therefore dropped right back, as he approached the finish line he heard a strange buzzing noise that was getting nearer, on looking behind blind panic set in. Not one but TWO Honey bees were hunting him down in the shape of Annette and Jo. He pumped his little socks off to just squeeze round the finish mark with Annette having a storming last upwind leg creeping past her rival Jo to take 8th. And who’s just behind you ask? Need you ask? Mark is never more than a couple of board lengths from his harem and finished in 10th place. Bit of a gap then before Rob arrived in 11th and Jonathan in 12th, Mike had meandered along in 13th place all race and that was where he finished. Simon consolidated 14th place while Sandy paws celebrated the fact that she wasn’t lapped finished in 15th Well it was nice to see a new face on the top of the Rostrum, though it was noted that the winner escaped without making the coffee (an offence punishable by death) How will The Hoff face his family? Perhaps he’ll stay in a motel tonight to avoid the shame? Next week round 8 Wind you ask? WHAT’S WIND????? |
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