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  1. 6 points
    If Bill is involved, lock him up. And anybody else who participated in trafficking or abuse of underage girls. Not sure why you want to make this a partisan thing. Child abuse isn't partisan. I say burn all the fuckers who did this.
  2. 4 points
    Michael de Adder got fired from some tiny newspapers in New Brunswick and has been hired by the Toronto Star, the largest circulation paper in the country. Sometimes good things happen for the wrong reasons. Hopefully the Pittsburgh guy gets a better gig too.
  3. 4 points
    Clowns don’t like cartoonists. Not enough room under the big top for both.
  4. 4 points
    I am reminded of the parable of Harold Day and his defence of his right of way. It doesn't matter how right you are, if you are putting people's backs up and seen as trouble making you are going to be losing votes for your side and what you are saying will be discounted.
  5. 4 points
    That reminds me - remember when you received a one year class membership when you bought a new boat? LP ended that practice.
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    There's a reason for that. Marsvin, Spækhugger, Grinde and Kaskelot were all designed by Peter Bruun. When my parents met, my dad owned a Marsvin, like the one above, so there's quite a big chance that I was conceived on it. From left to right, year of design, size and a translation of their names. Marsvin, 1977, 6.8 meters (harbour porpoise) Spækhugger, 1969, 7.4 meters (killer whale) Grinde, 1974, 8.2 meters (pilot whale) Kaskelot, 1972, 10.3 meters (sperm whale)
  7. 3 points
    It's not what you think it is. Rather the granddaugther It's called an MF-boat. It's 6m80 long, so somewhat shorter as the Nordic Folkboat, it's also only around half the displacement. Looking at the sheet angle, this should go to wind like little else.
  8. 3 points
    Might be best to go sailing, that boat's on the dock.
  9. 3 points
    Day two and her first solo sail. Super light wind day which was perfect for her. Practiced a few righting again. Then I just let her go. She did great but every time she got really moving (relatively speaking) she turned up wind. Even let her sister kinda solo it. I was in the water hanging on to the rudder with one hand and the sheet in my other. Really didn’t go anywhere but her sister loved it. Little video no cool editing just iPhone from a paddle board (hobie eclipse).
  10. 3 points
    Thanks Woah. In fact, I am writing a book. I just need to gather up all the sea stories I've posted here and collate them down into a book. I just bounce my musings off of you guys here. I've gotten a lot of positive response here and have had offerers from members wanting to refer me to ghost writers and I may just do that someday. The encouragement I have gotten from members like you just did helps in this quest. Keep your eyes peeled! Rasp
  11. 2 points
    No, but a lot of other people.
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    In the "saling old rotting ruined yacht, neglected and over priced, evidently" (abbreviated as SORRYNOPE) (and yes, that actually took way more time to engineer than what the very relative interest output required), I found this: https://www.annoncesbateau.com/voilier/occasion-annonce-875632.html A clipper 60 from Alfa Yachts shipyard. This one has been sitting in Port Pin Rolland (France) for some years now, and can be yours for the meek sum of 75000 euros. Obviously comes with the classic "needs important restorations on hull, deck, insides, engine, electronics and electricity" note. Does it fit in the mandatory 85%? It's a very interesting boat, with lots of appeal, but come on.
  13. 2 points
    While that's certainly true, I think this sort of stuff goes beyond that. I think its all part of the growing trend towards extreme narcissism. I think social media has enabled an entire generation of the LOOK AT ME CROWD to do this sort of stuff. Without SM, licking the ice cream would mean nothing because no one would know about it but them (unless they poisoned it), and therefore they wouldn't bother doing the act in the first place. While we could argue chicken/egg all day long - I do absolutely think there is a component of SM and the narcissism it breeds to be a contributor to this behavior of otherwise relatively normal folks. Or at least "normal" enough to not cross those lines without this impetus. And don't get me wrong, I'm in no way implying its solely SM to blame. There are a myriad of factors, most significant of which probably comes down to parenting. Oh yeah and BTW - GTF off my lawn!
  14. 2 points
    Some Info on the Opti IOD 95 process: CHEAPER AND MORE ONE DESIGN A 5–year exercise by the International Optimist Association (IODA) has resulted in a price reduction averaging around 25% and a return to strict one–design principles. The following article by Robert Wilkes appeared in the November 1998 issue of the ISAF newsletter. A 5–year exercise by the International Optimist Association (IODA) has resulted in a price reduction averaging around 25% and a return to strict one–design principles. The project started in 1992 when IODA president Helen Mary Wilkes was called before the I.Y.R.U. Executive. The Optimist, she was told, had become too expensive. What could the Class do to reduce prices? The problem was both technical and commercial. The technical problem was a common one, one-design no longer meant one-design. Boats from certain builders were, or were perceived to be, faster than others. As a result they were exported worldwide, incurring transport costs and dealer mark-ups. A boat that cost $1,000 at the factory could sell for $3,000 from an exclusive agent on the other side of the World. For commercial advice IODA consulted the professor of International Marketing at Dublin University. He felt that the price problem was very like in the pharmaceutical industry, like aspirin. Almost anyone could make the generic product: but customers paid highly for a "named brand" and could be sold a "NEW! IMPROVED!" product without any evidence that it was actually better. The result was a long distribution chain. The answer was to ensure that all builders made the same boat to a strict but freely available published specification. First the specification had to be tightened. Fred Kats, a member of both the IODA Technical Committee and the IYRU CBC, led a team which devised a specification that could be built to tight tolerances by any competent builder and would be exactly the same speed as the best existing boats so the latter would not become obsolete. It was also essential to establish a system for measuring prototypes from each set of moulds including laminate samples, and to make regular checks thereafter. Many, including highly-placed figures in the sailing world, believed that it could not be done. Everyone knew that the only way to get one-design boats was to have a single manufacturer or consortium. However in 1994 the IODA AGM decided to go ahead and secured IYRU approval. The 1995 Worlds saw the first production models. "Old-style" boats still won but there were "new-style" boats in top places. The problems were not over. The first boats, maybe because of rarity value, were even more expensive than the old ones. Most builders adopted a "wait and see" policy and six months before the 1 March 1996 deadline for the changeover, only two had approved prototypes. The breakthrough came in November 1995 when the largest Optimist builder in the World secured approval. Suddenly there was a scramble to follow and nine builders got approval within the following seven months. The strain on the prototype measurement system was intense. One of the Class International Measurers(IM's) David Harte, himself a qualified boatbuilder, effectively gave up other work and spent 86 nights abroad measuring prototypes and advising builders. Other IM's assisted, particularly with re-measurement. The cost was high, but fortunately IODA had secured major sponsorship from Nesquik. By mid-1997 the International Measurers KNEW that all builders, by now 27 of them, were building identical boats. But would results prove this? The answer was a resounding yes! At the Europeans ten builders had boats in top ten places, boys and girls, and the Worlds was similar. The case was proved. The effect on the market and prices has been immediate. If any builder's boat could win, why pay a premium? If a boat built in one's own country could compete with the best, why import? If this year's boat is identical to last year's and is durable, why buy new every season? So, with now 30 builders in 23 countries on five continents, at least 40% of sailors are already buying boats built in their own country. And in most of the world prices in real terms are 25% lower than in 1992, a global saving of around US$1.25 million. And the young sailors have a true one-design to sail.
  15. 2 points
    Sorry to rain on your parade mr random but the grinders are only controlling the wing winch ...... ‘there are 2 electric pumps that move the oil for all hydro controls there was only 1 in Sydney but it could not keep up with demand so they put a second one in for San Fran and new York japan was still having pump overheat issues in New York due to the amount of hydro functions that Goobs was using to keep the wing trimmed the other teams were also seeing high pump temps ...... anyway carry on
  16. 2 points
    Thanks Gouv! i saw a talk one time. Some kind of motivational talk. The guy began his speech with a slide of a lonely tomb stone. The name on the tomb stone was “Somebody Else”. Somebody else is dead. We’ll have to do it ourselves. i am returning to the Laser game after a long detour pursuing interests outside of sailing. Without boring you with the personal narrative, I’ll just say that a year ago I took my son to his first Opti regatta and decided that day to get back in the boat. So my personal experience with promoting the game will have to begin with that decision. 1. Promote sailing Lasers by sailing Lasers. then something interesting happened. Other Opti parents saw me having fun and began to talk about getting back in the boat. Then the kids got excited about their parents buying Lasers and began to ask if they could sail Lasers (this is the really cool part!). So my focus at the moment is getting every Opti parent I can in a Laser. I have one that’s back in. He’ll be at the next regatta. I have another that’s 95% there. I have two more on the radar. And half a dozen more names on the board. All of these personal connections are facilitated by a district leadership that understands the potential for growing the Laser game through this demographic by scheduling district Laser events alongside the junior regattas.
  17. 2 points
    pics of head cabin/compartment/hovel, came out way better than i deserved. made the fed floorboards and the tally cupboard doors today, shaped them, sanded them and rolled epoxy preservative on them. fired up the gas heater to kick them off so i can undercoat them tomorrow.
  18. 2 points
    yep they have done a great job with media production and a usable website and app along with notifications. the WSL is similar to the AC, where it went from ASP to WSL and was taken over by non-surfing investors believing they could turn the product more successful, and like AC , they have created some similar divisiveness in the surfing world. some liked it one way, some liked it the other. Using FB has been kind of strange, but the production product is good, now WHAT they're doing with the product is a bit different. Ending events due to wave size and shark sightings, or possible ending the contract with the Pipe Masters ( the biggest event of the year on the tour's most prestigious wave) due to negotiations with city and county of honolulu is dumb. they brought in people from more main stream sports who can build the product to the next level so there will be growing pains, it's a tough road to keep the roots and push the future concurrently. I am a fan of SailGP and AC36 , i want both to be successful so i can watch good sailing. SailGP is a great option for the time the AC is not running and hopefully both avenues are more successful than any of you guys thought. SailGP needs better venues than NY though, SF was a great venue, they just needed more seat time to work out the bugs IMO.
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  21. 2 points
    how on earth is leaving the EU going to 'maintain their way of life'
  22. 2 points
    I can think of sooo many, but this was a recent race I wrote up where you get to to the end and you want to just keep sailing. I apologise in advance, I lack the ability to write in short tense Flashbulb moments. The foredeck crew flat on his stomach, head in the forepeak as the boat buries itself into the third wave of the set. The gust atomises the water into a fog that whips over the crew on the rail before dumping over the boat, water pouring over the transom. The water dissipates and I see a dark head emerge in the white water in the bow. Good show, the bowman is still on. I’m pressing a bit, as I try and keep the boat moving in the short lumpy sea state, we’re only doing 7 ½ knots which I’m happy with, we’re not pointing as high as some but we’re not making much leeway either. Under staysail and full main, the boat feels balanced with a slight weather helm needed in the puffs. The staysail is soo good to drive to in strong winds, but leaves me feeling a bit underpowered when the wind falls too much below 20 knots. The boom is up near centerline with some twist to exhaust the puffs, and even though it’s an ugly swell with the waves trying to wrap around the hull form, we’ve got loads of horsepower. Oh yeah. I bear away a degree, eyes on the forestay angle, the weight on my feet shifting to leeward as the heel increases a degree more before planting the chine and translating the energy into go-forward mode. The helm pulls under my fingers as we surge forward into another set of three waves rearing up, I’m trying to twitch the bow off as the bow rises to meet it. We slam into the trough hard, the furled jib gyrating under the deceleration as I squeeze some more weather helm for the next wave, not quite making it again, the boat falling into the next trough shaking itself, speed falling away. Ugh. This should not be fun. It’s dark, it’s blowing 15’s to 30, the bowman is struggling to get the gennaker back on board as it snakes under the lifelines and we’ve got a 10nm beat in a wind opposing tide, albeit with not huge seas but one with a short nasty duration. Wiping salt from my eyes, I realise I’m grinning like a loon. This isn’t just fun, it’s awesome! The bowman calls for a tack, and we go over, putting the runaway gennaker on the high side and the crew haul it inboard. I look to port and downwind as the crew are trimming into high mode and there is The Matrix, a Beneteau First 50 and then Dream, an Inglis 38, both slightly ahead as we settle into an Easterly beat away from the shore. The waves on this tack are more abeam and a lot easier to drive in, the boat speed pegs past 8 knots but then I feather too much, the boat popping upright. I’m too focused on height, the leeward boats surge half a boat length forward and I curse mentally as the bow flicks off on a puff and now I’m too pressed, we’re now in low mode. For gods sake get it together Shaggy. We fight this tack to the layline, and just prior the Inglis flops onto port . I'm watching but not moving, and you bastard Craig, it's a beautifully timed cross, our bowsprit sliding through the water occupied by his transom mere seconds ago. I see a bunch of cheeky grins fading into the darkness. Flashbulb moment again. In spite of my mental focus, I can’t help but laugh in response. This is what it’s all about, the cost and worry of owning the boat forgotten. It’s dark, it’s blowing 25+ knots , boats crashing over waves, nav lights winking on and off in the darkness and you’re crossing with a mere metre or two of separation after a similar tussle on the long downwind legs . We know these boats and these sailors, and have come to trust each other, we all know our strengths and weaknesses, so we hike a bit harder and trim again, hunting for those inches and seconds in the darkness. Another two tacks and we’re back in front and now leading the gaggle on the port layline to the shipping channel marker to the South. I sneak a quick peek over my shoulder, and coming hard down the layline and now planting herself firmly in the mix is Javelin, a J122. She’s had a great windward leg so far, so now we have four boats in trail leaping and lurching their way south to the boundary marker of the main shipping channel we need to cross for the last work to the finish. I call out to the crew to check for any outbound traffic, clear comes back the reply. We’re now in the lee of Mud island, and all four boats extend slightly in the flatter water and it’s a mad charge to cross the channel ahead of an outbound ship. Then suddenly 5 long blasts pierce the darkness, and like a switch has been thrown we all bear away and depower, dreams of sneaking across ahead the furthest thing from our minds as we meekly pass under the rather annoyed gaze of the ship's pilot. Now all 4 boats are grouped and luffing just outside the channel with only 1.8nm to go. The ship passes and the course is clear, the four of us turn almost in unison, I’m dimly aware of the dark shapes, shouting and the cannon shots of sheets coming on, it’s a drag race and it’s on. Javelin’s the lead boat now and has tacked over onto starboard heading for the finish line, and we follow, she’s to leeward and ahead by a length and may just lay the finish. The wind fills in to 20+ knots and everyone’s fully dialed up, no quarter given now, I try for height and the boat stands up in protest, the crew are yelling as I desperately fall back trying to fill the sails. I get myself sorted and with full sails up and 25 knots the boat accelerates enough to eke out in front before the slight but inexorable fall away below the higher pointing of the pack behind us. We need one more quick dig on port to the south to cross the finish line. It’s just there to windward, but we’re falling off, we’ve already crossed in front of the finish boat and are running out of room. I grit my teeth and curse myself for not laying it in one go, and push deeper for a bees dick of more speed, trying to gain separation from Javelin as she’s behind but above us,. This has to be good tack or we’ll not only foul Javelin badly, we’ll overshoot the line into danger shallow water if we’re forced to tack back away. Shit sit shit. I look for some slack water, one last quick look behind, and another flashbulb moment of Javelin’s prow etched in white foam in the darkness. I call the tack, no finesse this time as I almost brutalize the helm over, and bless the crews cotton socks the jib comes on in a heartbeat, we’ve got speed and power and we cross just inside the pin end to take line honors with a few boat lengths to spare. Our handicap is a shocker after the last race but I couldn’t give a tinkers damn , I'm pounding the wheel as we celebrate, that was fantastic, close hard racing in fresh breezes and all the way to the finish. Motoring home, under a moon which only now helpfully decides to emerge from the clouds, I’m contemplating why I feel so content. The flashbulb moments return unbidden, and I’m struck by the clarity of the images, sounds and smells returning to match the optics,and I realize the common denominator, they’re all dangerous moments. I note my lack of concern, is this bad? Am I getting sloppy? Chasing down this thought, I'm struck with the realization of how much trust we sailors place in each other in this sport of ours. Any serious occupational health and safety audit would ban the sport outright, and yet we see it as fun, that’s yacht racing y’know? Symmetrical and asymmetrical boats converging and diverging, with gusts near 30 knots and a sloppy swell, surfing then falling off waves, masts gyrating all over the place, bowman holding on as they get buried into the troughs, the crew hiking on the rail only held up from pitching into the darkness by a single stainless wire and clenched butt cheeks, I’m amazed that the modern worlds regulations and oversight has not made our sport as extinct as the dinosaurs. I almost drain the first beer in one go it tastes so good, and half listening to the chatter of the crew I sit back and look around, taking in the night and thinking about what we can do to improve for next time. I’m smile in the darkness, my little lessons learnt forgotten in an a growing sense of freedom, and elation at being away from the bureaucracy and oversight that govern our normal lives. It seems in such contrast to the seemingly reckless and, at least to an outsider, suicidal behavior. Out here, our safety, and that of our boats, is dependent entirely upon the skill of our fellow sailors on the course, as it has done for 100’s of years, before albeit well intentioned oversight existed. I relax, content just to be on the water amongst like minded souls. And long shall it ever be.
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    Fred Trump was a master carpenter. He created a whole shithouse with just one screw.
  25. 1 point
    Wow that was close...a bit like the leeward boat in Who fouled who(m) thread...but much more consequential scale That bow tug was burning a lot fuel keeping things from really going pear shaped Just maybe these floating hotels don't belong in Venice