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O.T. ish........Sail-boat repair
No this repair didn't involve welding,
Just an engine problem, most boats are coming
in for the winter.
BUT
It's been way to long, I haven't been on the water.
I only sailed with my Dad, when conditions were brisk.
He was a purist, like a biker that needs snow or
sub-zero wind-chill to go back to 4 wheels.
I even got so bored once, when we lost the wind in a saturday
race, that I left him my wallet and swam to shore, in shorts,
a T-shirt and my keys.
That was nearly a very bad mistake, but I can laugh about it now.
Here's the point, I had completely forgotten the tremendous thrill
I used to get when we put up full sails in the brisk but steady winds
the day after a big storm. The "swells" not waves, would be my idea
of Sailor's heaven.
Cutting the engine is one thing, the transition of sound from mechanisation
to pure nature. But what I really loved was being several miles out under power.
Stop dead, I can't remember the correct term for the angle to the wind
that accelerated the boat the quickest......
But a good friend, myself, and my Dad, would get the sails up at once
as quick as we could, and when the sails filled, and the boat pulled ahead,
it felt like the breath of God was propelling us.
If you ever get invited to sail.
Don't miss-out on it.
VG
Just an engine problem, most boats are coming
in for the winter.
BUT
It's been way to long, I haven't been on the water.
I only sailed with my Dad, when conditions were brisk.
He was a purist, like a biker that needs snow or
sub-zero wind-chill to go back to 4 wheels.
I even got so bored once, when we lost the wind in a saturday
race, that I left him my wallet and swam to shore, in shorts,
a T-shirt and my keys.
That was nearly a very bad mistake, but I can laugh about it now.
Here's the point, I had completely forgotten the tremendous thrill
I used to get when we put up full sails in the brisk but steady winds
the day after a big storm. The "swells" not waves, would be my idea
of Sailor's heaven.
Cutting the engine is one thing, the transition of sound from mechanisation
to pure nature. But what I really loved was being several miles out under power.
Stop dead, I can't remember the correct term for the angle to the wind
that accelerated the boat the quickest......
But a good friend, myself, and my Dad, would get the sails up at once
as quick as we could, and when the sails filled, and the boat pulled ahead,
it felt like the breath of God was propelling us.
If you ever get invited to sail.
Don't miss-out on it.
VG
(down the road now
)
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