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  1. 5 points
    My point exactly. This is the race where you go all-in with whatever you've got and if you make it to the finish you've done something to be proud of. And it's got to be the most beautiful 700 mile racecourse in the world.
  2. 4 points
    Earlier today I told my wife that I just added a new item to my bucket list: Sailing double-handed with YOU (dear) in the R2AK. Make that a "!" (exclamation mark). We are both following the race again this year, she being very interested in, and rooting for, "Sail Like A Girl" (again this year). For myself, we've been over this territory numerous times and know what things one can expect. It would be a LOT of FUN to join in the race starting with the kick-off in Port Townsend, beat across to Victoria, then head up around the corner (Discovery Island) and northward up Haro(ing) Strait. For some it can be about finishing first, or maybe about racing, and that's fine for them but for me it would be about a challenge for myself PLUS having a good time in our own boat. What an experience that would be. Hell-of-a lot more exciting and fun than bungee jumping. Don't know if I can talk her into it though. A big "Thank You" to Essex for his post.
  3. 4 points
    It did, yes. Our forestay hanger failed in 20-25 kts, 50 TWA, J3 with the first reef in the main. Rig fell straight back, no one hurt thankfully.
  4. 4 points
    Actually we built a giant jib specifically for R2AK that tacked to the end of the bowsprit, sheeted to the main beam and had a halyard lock at the hounds. It was a weapon in 0-7kts and basically useless thereafter. Loads were unpleasant and always made me nervous. My simple theory on very light air sails is that you want the largest sail that you can keep shape in (i.e. isn't collapsing on itself).
  5. 4 points
    This explains why the Clintons haven't made many public appearances lately. They are flat-out busy directing numerous kill teams all over the world. There are so many mouths to shut, they must be aiming for ten a week. The costs would be astronomical and the detail work a nightmare. However, recruiting and training a large flightless Australian bird to kill a witness was a stroke of genius. So far, despite prolonged police interrogation, the cassowary has refused to confirm or deny a link to the Clintons. They're probably holding his family hostage.
  6. 3 points
    Yes shocking isn’t it? In the end we all post on here for one reason and that is our love of the AC. One big dysfunctional family. WetHog
  7. 3 points
    Sailing is booming, sailboat racing on the other hand is not!
  8. 3 points
    The flag of the Political Anarchy Republican.
  9. 3 points
    I think infinitesimally small does not mean what you think it does. More than 50% of domestic violence-associated gun murders are committed with legally owned guns. And a substantial percentage of school shootings are with legally owned and purchased guns.
  10. 3 points
    On my first real offshore adventure I had a couple of college buddies with me on my newly acquired 42' trimaran and we were bound to the VI from New Orleans. I had done a N-S crossing of the Gulf on a motorboat a couple of years earlier but that was just motor due south by compass until you see the bank blink on the undersides of the clouds hanging over the coast of the Yucatan. My Dad had given me a Davis plastic sextant for this adventure and the boat had come with an old HeathKit RDF. My Dad had taught celestial when he was in command of the NJROTC unit at Rochester and had actually taught me to do a moonsight back then when I was in second grade! The math and reduction tables were another thing though. He just pointed out the very simple and basic 'lifeboat navigation' techniques which were included in the little pamphlet with the Davis sextant. To this day I think that the thrill of taking a noon sight after a couple of days out of sight of land and declaring to my doubting crew that they should be on the lookout for the Tampa sea buoy and then having it actually materialize right on the bow within an hour made me prouder of my navigation skills than anything to date. Later in that trip when out in the Out Islands of the Bahamas trying to make landfall during the night on Provo, I had a VHF radio angel helping guide me through the challenging island passes. It was a trimaran named TAO who had sailed those islands for years and did a daysail business in Turtle Cove. Seemed like he was always available on the VHF any time day or night and was always cautioning me to take my time and not get rushed in my haste to get to the VI. He kept saying that I was rushing past some mighty fine Islands every day just to get to some other Islands. He kept track of my progress from day to day and if the trades had been blowing and I had kept up too much sail and made a particularly fast passage he would worn me that the speed of a trimaran could sometimes just get you into trouble quicker. His admonishments to reef down and not wear out the boat and crew gradually sunk in on me. He would advise instead of trying to make a hop to the next Island by leaving in the morning and then run the risk of making landfall late in the day with the setting sun in your eyes to just have a big relaxed meal at sundown in a harbor that I knew how to exit safely in the dark. Then have the whole crew go to bed early just after sundown while still anchored and then get up and get underway around midnight when it was cool and you would make your landfall mid morning well rested with a comfortable time cushion if you didn't make as good a pace as you expected. I know that saved my ass a couple of times. As we looked for the big lighthouse on the North point of Provo in the wee hours I got a call from TAO and he wanted to know what my DR position was and if we had spotted the 24 mile light yet. He thought we should be just able to see it off our stbd bow and to make a slight course change to approach Turtle Cove when we spotted the light. I thanked him for his vigilance and his calming voice coming out of the night was very reassuring to my crew. As we gave our 'standing by on 16' I got a hail from another boat asking me if I could provide his position! He must have heard my conversation with TAO and me giving my DR to him and figured that I should be able to get a RDF vector to himself from my DR and tell him just where he was! TAO had admitted to me that he had an illegal VHF overpowered trasmitter and some fancy antenna setup because I could talk with him from well out of plain old 10 watt VHF so I figured the goofball wanting me to 'vector in on him' had to be within 5-7 miles or we would not even be talking. I asked where he got the idea of having another boat provide him with his position came from and he said he had been shadowing a big yacht for days and they had obliged in that manner. When he told me the name of his 'router vessel' I told him I had spoken with them a couple of hours earlier but they had faded out of range so he must have fallen too far behind for them. I did warm up the old RDF and try and get a bearing on his signal but there is the old 180° dilemma for that sort of thing due to the nature of a RDF antenna. I doubted he would be to the east of me well offshore from the Islands and gave the guy a rough 'cone of probability' and warned him that he was uncomfortably close the reef and point that the lighthouse we were trying to spot and to keep his eyes open for the unmistakable light. We spotted the light within hour right where TAO (and my DR) had told us to expect it and in another hour when the sunrise there was the long point and perfect reef under a beautiful lighthouse with surf peeling both way from the point below. We made our course alteration as advised to give us a glorious 9 mile reach on into the entrance to Turtle Cove. I was scanning the reef for potential surfing spots when I noticed something looking like it was nearly on the beach right under the lighthouse. Looked sort of like a boat and when we got close enough to see a mast and luffing mainsail I got on the VHF and hailed the name of the tagalong boat from during the night. Took a while for him to respond and could tell that I had woken him up. I asked if he knew what his position was yet and he said all he knew was that he had run aground! I asked him to look out the companionway and see if he could see a big black and white striped lighthouse and he said he could see it without even getting up from his nav station!. I knew that had to be the fool and said 'Stand by for your exact LAT/LON' and read him out the coordinates for the lighthouse off of my guidebook. Upon further inquiry he had fallen asleep on autopilot shortly after we spoke during the night and woken up a couple hours before dawn in the surf and bumped his way inside the reef and was grounded on the sandy beach just a few yards from the base of the lighthouse. He and his crew just went back to sleep. After I called they managed to motor off the sand but their motor was running on fumes and asked if we could take them in tow after they hopefully were able to motor out the channel through the reef. We doubled back a couple of miles and I tied two 6 gal diesel jerry jugs together with 100' of yellow poly pro ski tow rope (floats) and dropped one jug on either side of their bow for an easy boathook pickup. Turned out they had lost their boat hook so they just motored over the polypro line and fouled their prop but that did manage to get them their fuel. The boatowner had a young hippie kid and a lady school teacher that had hooked up with him on some sailing dateline thing and as I watched the kid get in the dinghy and retrieve the fuel jugs and them dive the prop with a knife to free the prop I could see his right arm in a sling or splint of some sort. He was bravely struggling with and injured arm but got the job done somehow. The skip asked that I escort them into Turtle Cove but I told them we weren't going to waste a great morning of sailing and the 12 gallons of fuel I had just given them should be more than adequate to get to the fuel dock at TC. He agreed but said that he didn't the charts or the guide book to make the winding entry channel through the reef there. I told him that we would be just inside the reef there diving for lobster and would await their arrival for the last tough part of the channel. Our karma must have been good because we stocked up on lobster and Nassau grouper and led the motley lost crew into the harbor. I went straight to the Customs and Immigration dock but the other guy went to the fuel dock against my advice. We had a delightful visit from and old gray headed Customs office if full uniform. It was Sunday and I expected to not be able to clear in until Monday but the old gentleman was a real treat to meet. He was so official and serious and his perfect penmanship as he slowly filled out the forms was a contrast to the asshole Police officer who search the boat and seized my SS 30 caliber M1 carbine. The old Customs guy made sure that they issue me a receipt for the firearm and ran them off as they were hinting around that we share our stock of Rum Cay Coconut Rum we had bought earlier in the week. As they left disappointedly the old Custom guy muttered about the 'young punks not deserving the badges' they wore. I did notice the old fellows eye did keep glancing at the Coconut Rum which didn't have tax labels (remember those?) and I did offer him a glass. He scowled at me and said that he was on official government business and that there would be none of that, at least until he had filled in the last form and made the last rubber stamps in our passports. Then he smiled and licked his lips and looked once more at the rum bottle. We hadn't had ice in a week and had gotten into the habit of drinking the coco rum with condensed canned milk and some Ovaltine which was sort of like a 'Bushwacker' but the old fellow scorned that and had his 'neat'. He had asked to inspect the M1 before the police took off with it and to our surprise he field stripped it in less time it takes me to write about it now. He looked down the bore carefully and asked how long I had owned the weapon. I told him I had bought it in Tampa about two weeks earlier and he told me I should get more practise with any weapon that I intended to use. In fact I think we had fired only one 5 round magazine with the gun and it was obvious to him from looking down the bore it was a near virgin weapon. He said that at least I had cleaned the weapon after those limited rounds and put it back together in a snap and handed it over to the cops. They also took the magazines and all the rounds we had but the old soldier told us that if we could reclaim the weapon a day before we left he would take us to the shooting range and try and 'familiarise' us with our new gun. He had been brought a local Island newspaper as a gift and I noted the date on the paper as December 7, 1981 and he noticed and asked, 'Do you young fellows know what today is?' I probably wouldn't have known off the tip of my tongue had I not noted the written date but I quickly said 'Pearl Harbor Day Sir, in fact the 40th anniversary!' He nodded approvingly and then looked out the boat towards the far horizon and added, 'I was there...' He spent a couple of hours with us telling of how an Island boy who had tried to enlist in the British Navy ended up in Pearl Harbor attached to the US Navy. What I wouldn't give to have had a IPhone to record his account of his story on that day long ago. But I digress, he finally said he needed to go down to the fuel dock before the punk cops arrested the intrepid navigator we had assisted. I asked how he knew about the fuel transfer and he said the light house keeper had witnessed the whole episode and there was some thought to arresting the errant fellow for damage to the national park reef there in front of the lighthouse. The old warrior must have pulled some strings to get the other boat off the hook and it wasn't long before the crew were at our boat begging for us to take them onboard and as far away as their previous skipper they could get. I'll save that for Chapter II.
  11. 2 points
    [Story from today. Boring stuff for the elites, but fun for me.] Steady 12 knot wind out of the east. Sailing my Stealth which is similar to an RS100 only heavier. Asymmetrical spinnaker was up as I did a close fly-by on the end of a spit with a lighthouse. Saw some small kids with the parents beachcombing the shore. On approach, sailed into the funnelled air around the point. Boat surged against its reins like Secretariat on the home stretch. Came off the point, hanging as far off the rear quarter as you can get in a hiker. Grinning from ear to ear as I enjoyed the ride. Behind, I hear this tiny voice exclaim "Wooowww!!!". Very gratifying... ...then again, he may have just found a neat rock on the beach.
  12. 2 points
    So your Honor, I suggest to you that if the USA adopted the same gun laws as Australia, that the figures for gun deaths would fall below that of 'Birth Defects' which is 4.8%. A two-thirds reduction." The USA is pretty much fucked, when a country starts sacrificing children at the alter of the $, game over.
  13. 2 points
    One out of three correct. Horns broke their rudder and showed great skill to get their boat in. They lost their rudder in a really tricky spot and with no motor I'll bet there's a story there. You can see them on Shearwater web cam. Dragon and the Beavers are both well down course with non functioning trackers. Hecate Straits is a lousy place to be in a gale but there are more civilized routes that have big wind and fast sailing in SE breeze. The breeze in Dixon Entrance another really shitty place to be in a blow is forecast to ease tonight. Could be a very fast finish.
  14. 2 points
    First year I have followed this race and what a refreshing event it is. We're it not on the other coast (which btw looks just beautiful) I would be looking at suitable boats and cooking up cycling systems. Tired of that w/l thing years ago, but this may have me re-engaged, podiums are nice but this is more about finishing I feel.
  15. 2 points
    Spot on for the main tuning. Look at some of the tuning tips for Aussie Elliot 7’s as well. Your 770 is just a lengthened version with a bit more freeboard and an asso kite. They love weight on the rail (most 7’s here sail with 350-420kg), sail it flat upwind even if it feels slower and your main isn’t doing much. For max speed there is an E7 in NZ that claimed 24 knots (with pics) the mast jumped overboard pretty shortly after and a lot of people still dispute whether it really happened. 17’s the quickest I’ve seen out of mine but we are running symmetric kites and are generally a lot deeper downwind than other sports boats. F201EDA8-DF5E-42A6-A4A1-D4F035DA659D.mp4
  16. 2 points
    Cruising with dogs is a challenge all it's own Chesapeake Bay Retriever, 80 lbs of water-loving furry energy.... fortunately this guy never got in the habit of sleeping with us This guy, a rescue mutt from the pound, was a good swimmer but did not consider in or under water to be his natural element; he cruised with us on the above 19-footer early in his career but then was given a cushy berth on a 36' trawler. I built the above dinghy partly as an exercise in design & build a specialized unique boat, and also for the utility of taking His Highness ashore. A beachable boat with an open transom is about the greatest thing you can have, if you want to cruise with a dog. FB- Doug
  17. 2 points
    24,811 posts mostly about him aren't enough?
  18. 2 points
    This is Cruising Anarchy. Asshole Anarchy is just down the hall.
  19. 2 points
    Like Firemen they run to danger. Much respect and fair winds.
  20. 1 point
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXng5FnA6v4&feature=youtu.be
  21. 1 point
    The US forces are at the behest of the Oil Barons. People risk their lives, supposedly for their country, when it is really all about protecting the profits of those who are really in charge. But don't believe me ... listen to this guy. Smedley Butler Smedley Darlington Butler (July 30, 1881 – June 21, 1940) was a United States Marine Corps major general, the highest rank authorized at that time, and at the time of his death the most decorated Marine in U.S. history. "I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer; a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902–1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested. Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents." Nothing has changed. The boat the Russians buzzed was just part of the racket. The guys manning it needed a job so they didn't have to do what Jeff did and work for the Arabs.
  22. 1 point
    That's why I'm personally advocating for things like federal property tax and am always harping on things like tax simplification, rather than things like income tax rate. The uberwealthy get that way by pretending they're corporations. That's the game they've perfected and they've taken hostages. If you try and directly claw back wealth from those folks, you inherently destroy jobs and no elected official is willing to do that. To push the metaphor, we need Chemo, it's too late for surgery - FAR too late. We have to toxify the landscape for the parasites so that they'll let go and the host can recover. That's going to suck. That's going to cause pain. Ultimately, I see Yang's position as the observant one - the value of labor is going to continue to go down. In 2020, every McDonald's will have automatic ordering. By 2030, half of the Trucker Jobs will be gone. By 2025, 1/3rd of Malls will close. Walmart required 1/3rd as many workers per dollar generated as General Motors and Amazon will require 1/3rd as many as Walmart. Computers already programing other computers, writing books, and constructing music. Robots are already demonstrably better at surgery than any human and they don't get tired or commit more errors in the afternoon than in the morning. I don't know if his answer is right but I believe the status quo is wrong.
  23. 1 point
    Exactly, Even lacking non weapons regulated or prohibited by the.FCC and FAA would hamstring any militia. Against FBI intelligence and a militarized police force with repurposed mechanized infantry weapons a patriotic individual standing up against government overreach would be run down as easily as a Chinese student. There is no practical way to subvert the government through violence if the police and feds remain loyal. Nor is there reason to. Trump shows the unarmed path to power is to subvert a party with wealth, mass media and a dynamic social media campaign. The aid of a former KGB psyop expert clearly helps. Guns are just a distraction in those mind games. They serve no other purpose to the party.
  24. 1 point
    Both force you to accept that sometimes you are the asshole as cyclists and sailors there are times when we really stuff it up sometimes with witnesses and sometimes the fek ups are more private In addition: both cycling ans aailing involve a degree of unjustifiable expenditure that extends to capital equipment plus gadgets and clothing both give pleasure while both engaged in the activity and thinking about it. I also know that I have achieved a sense of contentment when I am riding the bike and thinking about the boat but , strangely enough I seldom think about the bike while on the boat I always take my folder with me when sailing to new places... a folding bike takes up a lot of real estate on a 22 footer - but well worth having aboard. It allows yo;u to explore way beyond the first mile of the pontoon Dylan - happy old sailor and owner of four bikes
  25. 1 point
    How the Fuck can you call Marc Bolan and T Rex one hit wonders? Crawl back into your cave.

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