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  1. 29 points
    <long answer> I think you have the wrong end of the stick, old chap. Think about the owners and crews, not the boats. Admiral's Cup, for example. When else could you have 600+ mostly brand new 39 to 53 foot race boats battling it out all across the world every 2 years to be selected as one of their nation's 3-boat team? 57 offshore racing boats were sent to Cowes from everywhere, Japan, Australia, Argentina, USA, Canada, New Guinea, you name it, sailed by about 800 mostly amateur sailors, inshore and offshore. Boats designed by dozens of different naval architects, yet all to a common rule. And designed to go offshore, and frequently delivered home afterwards across an ocean. If you think IOR boats were pigs to sail downwind, try the metre classes. Lovely upwind (like most IOR boats) but they reach a terminal velocity downhill and thereafter get plenty of water on deck if it's windy. Look at any of the 1987 Perth videos. Yet almost every surviving 12-metre has been restored and races regularly. 8-metres, 6-metres and 5.5s have very competitive national and world championships, many new boats are being built to multiple designs, and sailed mostly by amateur sailors. And the rule is mostly 40 years older than the IOR. Pretty boats for sure, but a real handful to sail well, just like their later cousins. It's not about the rule. It was simply something that every weekend warrior could get out and do, and get some hard sailing in, round the cans and offshore. Tens of thousands of sailors would be out on the water every weekend, worldwide, and if they were good and willing, could move up into the bigger boats, and eventually Admiral's Cuip. We used to get 50 one-tonners at the Worlds, and 50 half-tonners for class 4 in Cowes Week, most of whom went on to do the Fastnet afterwards. I did my first one in a half-tonner, a 27-footer. Stop complaining. It's part of the history that's continued into our modern sport, and has largely enabled it. </long answer>
  2. 26 points
    If you think that letter was his first step, you would be completely incorrect. He worked through the chain of command for several days. It was common knowledge in and out of the Navy that TR had diverted to Guam with more than 100 positive COVID cases aboard. As the CO stated in the letter, if there was a wartime requirement, he would have sucked it up and "fought sick." If Acting Secretary Modly was just finding about it, it may be because he was out of touch and thinking about the new "War on Drugs" he elped teh President roll out Wed evening. A tough situation and he knew he was offering up his career when he sent the letter. Commanding Officers have to make hard decisions. Chopper faced a momentous challenge and chose the health and lives of the crew over his career. Wives, husbands, kids and mothers and fathers will see their loved ones again due to his decision. He did the right thing for the troops and SECNAV was simply wrong. A "relief for cause"or firing is generally referred to as a "Change of Command without the Band." Even with a band, turning over command of the crew that you have trained, supported and poured your heart and soul into is poignant. If you want any affirmation that he did the right thing, watch the crew send him ashore after he was relieved. No shame here and the crew sends a very powerful message to the political appointee who fired him. https://www.newsweek.com/coronavirus-captain-crozier-navy-ship-1495974
  3. 23 points
    They towed out around 11am and the breeze was light and puffy to start with. Foiled down the Channel and headed out to the Bays. The breeze started to build around midday and they got some long runs in, multiple tacks and gybes. As you can see, there is still a bit of haze from the smoke and they were quite a way out. The third pic was taken while the breeze was still soft, midway through a tack which was followed by a brief kiss. The last (distant) pic was taken about 15 mins later and shows the exit from a dry gybe, stbd foil just coming out of the water.
  4. 22 points
    Sounds like a great way to drive people away from sailing and make it harder for those who were thinking about racing to find crew. Are they trying to kill the racing fleet? USSailing tried to require all crew to be members in order to compete in any race. That died very quickly. Our club has a policy that ANYONE wishing to race on Wednesday nights is provided a spot on one of the boats. No one is left on the dock. You don’t have to be a member - it's a good way to recruit new ones.
  5. 20 points
    I love IOR. Grew up as a skinny kid and then teenager in Hampshire late 70's early 80's. Worked as a yard rat in a small boat building yard in Emsworth. Spent my summers walking the docks and floats around Chichester Harbour, Portsmouth, Hamble, Cowes, Yarmouth etc. Getting whatever ride I could. One of my favourite memories caught on film too. Wish I could find the pic. I'm on bow, we go into a gybe when the boat does a weather broach to starboard. No pole clipped. Boat goes over and I go over with it. Keith, (pretty famous bloke it turns out), the driver, recovers the broach but can't gybe 'coz the bow guy isn't there. I've grabbed a lazy guy and I'm clambering back on the boat at the transom. Keith turns to me and says, what the fcuk are you doing back here? We need to gybe. NOW! God I miss the screaming.
  6. 19 points
    My friend, my client and my attorney Doug Fryer died this weekend. About six months ago Doug called me on a Saturday and said he wanted to do a new boat. Music to my ears. Sunday evening he called and said he had some bad medical news and would have to put off the new boat. I kept working on the design anyway. I thought it might cheer him up and it did momentarily. But the writing was on the wall and the doctor's prognosys accurate. Unfortunately. The last race I did with Doug was last summer. Doug was a bit weak but he drove the entire race and we took 2nd. In classic Doug style, after the boat was put to bed the rum bottle came out with the hot buttered rum mix and the crew sat around the cockpit drinking "Ritual Rums". Doug like 151 proof rum because it weighed less for the punch. We drank and Doug recited nautical poetry, some a bit bawdy. Doug had a resonant, baritone voice and he delivered the poems with attorney like panache. Looking back I think all of the crew knew we were experiencing something that would never happen again. I could tell Doug and NIGHT RUNNER stories all day. Doug loved sailing and he loved NIGHT RUNNER. When he first came into my office he showed me a magazine clipping of a Bruce King design and asked me if I could "fix" it.That did not sound like fun to me so I convinced Doug to let me draw a preliminary design for him. He said "Fine I'll come back Tuesday." It was Friday. Monday morning, early, I stared at the blank sheet of vellum and racked my brain for an idea. Nothing. I re-racked. Nothing. I couldn't just regurgitate the Bruce King design. I had way too much pride for that. Then it occurred to me that people usually like what they know. Doug's current boat was the venerable Atkin cutter AFRICAN STAR. The wormin the race fleet was, "If you can see AFRICAN STAR at the finish, they have beaten you." I drew a 42', fin keel version of AFRICAN STAR. Doug showed up on Tuesday, took one look at the preliminary drawings and said, "I like it." Doug won the SWIFTSURE RACE seven times in NIGHT RUNNER. I can remember being knocked on our beam ends, chute up going through Race Rocks one year. Doug was awarded the CCA Blue Water Medal for his voyage around South America and rounding Cape Horn. Doug raced NIGHT RUNNER in the single handed TransPac. NIGHT RUNNER had some nick names, NIGHT CRAWLER, The MAYFLOWER. It is one of the finest feeling boats I have ever sailed. So now what? Wish I knew. I have this feeling that it's the end of a era in PNW yachting. It will be interesting to see what happens to NIGHT RUNNER now. So long Doug. It was an honor.
  7. 19 points
    My guess is someone got the "AIS transmit OFF" button and the "Mastjack ON" button mixed up
  8. 18 points
    Off Watch (and others), I really do appreciate your thoughts more than I can express. During this particularly stressful time in the world it's good to have rabbit holes to journey down and I thank Scott for providing a platform in which to place them. Yeah, it's a lot of time consuming work and I've wondered about setting something up like one of those "buy me a cup of coffee" links but I'm not sure how to do that or if even management would allow it. Should one want to make a donation, maybe the best thing to do right now would be to make a donation to your local healthcare organization instead. These men and women are truly on the front lines of a horrible situation and most deservedly need our help and support. hobot
  9. 18 points
    All the time! Do you have any friends that have different political views? It's called democracy.
  10. 18 points
  11. 18 points
    Credit for the text below goes to the "Shit Towns of Australia" Facebook page. The Gold Coast likes to fancy itself as Australia’s version of Las Vegas, which is true because it’s a tacky tourist trap adorned with fake tits, a shit casino and an unending parade of timeshare presentations. It’s also home to more New Zealanders than New Zealand so it’s quite probable that you will bump into someone you went to high school with, only now they will have some shit tats and a shit accent. The Gold Coast is where Australia keeps its unemployed Kiwi scaffolders while they wait for their shot at a third rate reality show, and has-been strippers with multiple children to multiple men from multiple outlaw motorcycle gangs. If you are looking to get a shit neo-tribal tattoo or contract some novel form of super chlamydia, then the Gold Coast is probably your place! Given that it’s Australia’s entertainment capital, the Gold Coast is filled with a plethora of such options, with the only downside being that they are all tacky and shit. On the Gold Coast, fine dining is ‘all-you-can-eat pancakes’ and a fun day out with the family features theme parks with worse safety standards than a Chinese coal mine. Popular staples of Gold Coast nightlife include visiting a vampire-themed cabaret staffed entirely by people who look like they recently failed HIV tests, getting attacked by a lower grade league player with ‘roid rage’, or being thrown off a balcony after a Tinder date gone wrong. A popular event on the Gold Coast is ‘Schoolies Week’, which gives high school kids the chance to experiment with alcohol poisoning and tradies from Logan the chance to experiment with getting passed out high school girls into the back of their van. Gold Coast is hosting this year’s edition of the Commonwealth Games, an event that used to exist only so Britain’s former colonies could see who had the fastest slaves and now only exists to give white people who are too shit for the Olympics the chance to win medals, making it the Caucasian Special Olympics. This event will help celebrate the Gold Coast’s rich sporting history, which includes multiple failed professional franchises across at least three sports. MOST FAMOUS: The ‘Candyman’, a failed former AFL player and current tobacco mogul who whiles away his days hosting million-dollar orgies and shagging a bevy of porn stars, making him so Australian he should probably replace the emu on the coat of arms. DO: Attempt a Gold Coast Triathlon – snort a line of coke off a Meter Maid’s arse, lose a week’s wages at the casino and get drunk enough to fight a Samoan bouncer. DON’T: Ask about the footy team. Any of them. They are all shit.
  12. 17 points
    Take him sailing.
  13. 17 points
    Dragging Greta into this? Next up - you can't get an erection because of Greta.
  14. 17 points
    towed him in this morning , seems like a good Kid took him to Linda's for breakfast now going to try to sort him out with an old main you can never have too much good karma in the bank shit give him respect for sailing the cail. coast with only a jib PL.
  15. 17 points
    This was just shared by the Guidance Department Head at the school where I teach. Both of the individuals are high school 9th grade students. I hope you find the positive in this and see that the future is not in the wrong hands. How about sharing a bit more of this? Today something amazing happened. A student came to me two weeks ago to tell me he wanted to buy a pair of shoes for another student he sees on the light rail. These two kids aren’t friends, one being a popular athlete and the other very quiet and shy, but the one student felt really bad because the kid’s shoes were falling apart. Fast forward to today, the young man came in with a pair of vans for the other student. The exchange happened in my office-and I had to hold back tears. He was so excited and full of joy when he handed the shoes over. We quickly laced them up and put the old shoes in a bag. He must have asked “do you like them” 3 times and the other boy just sat in amazement that some random student showed him such kindness. He said thank you over and over, while the student just smiled and said-we will talk more on the light rail. What he doesn’t know, is now we, as a school, will make sure the other student has plenty of uniform shirts and pants, and will get additional support-all because he took the time to talk to a lonely kid, saw a bad situation and did what he could do to make it better. He doesn’t want the fanfare or recognition for what he did, and that makes him an even better human being. This kid has me in his corner forever.
  16. 16 points
    Apologize for what? Apologize that the justice dept. has become as corrupt under Donald Trump's admin. as the rest of the fed Govt.? OK, I apologize.
  17. 16 points
    Jack, While I've got you on ignore, I still see the threads you start. And while I (and the rest of your Dancing Monkeys) proceed to post recipes in them, I'm finding it difficult to find the really good recipes later as your thread titles obviously have nothing to do with the content. So I'd like to propose that, along with your trolling title, you also kick off the theme of the food. This would make things easier to find. Some example thread titles: Democrats Hating America Again and Southern Style BBQ Nancy Pelosi is Evil and Classic Quintessential Comfort Food Russian Collusion was a Hoax but Good Russian Borscht is Far From it. Donald Trump is the Most Intelligent Person on Planet Earth and Before Dinner Cocktails My Cult Won't Let Me Drink. Obama Was The Worst President in History and Fried Chicken (and Relax... This is Just a Coincidence.) These are just some suggestions. Thanks, in advance, for making the forum more useful.
  18. 16 points
    I got outed as a Canadian a while ago. Okay, so yes I am Canadian. I work for a large, international engineering and construction company. For about five weeks I was assigned to a project in the south-eastern United States. All project team staff (about 10) were American, drawn from all over the US. They were very skilled at their jobs, did very high quality work and had an excellent work ethic. The project was completed ahead of schedule and was very successful. The project staff were intelligent and thoughtful on the job site. They were predominantly male, middle-aged with some post-high-school education (typically one or two years of college). They all had extensive work experience in their field. Many were ex-military. They always treated me with kindness and respect. They welcomed me into their group. Every one of these guys I worked with was a Trump fan. In my month with them, here are some of my observations: 1. Trump is a TV star and makes a new 'episode' every day. Every day I heard the commentary on the latest Trump developments. It was much discussed, debated, re-played and analyzed. I was shocked at the pervasiveness of these discussions. By contrast, I am used to a work environment where politics are rarely or never discussed. 2. The Trump fans believe every word from Trump and Fox News and similar outlets. Everything else is a lie, a hoax or to be discredited. There is no room for doubt or debate or consideration of other ideas. 3. The animosity between the Trump fans and those who have some other political beliefs was astonishing. It went beyond rivalry. It was visceral hatred. I heard things like "if those Democrats get elected, the country will turn into Cuba or Venezuela. We have to do everything we can to stop them." I had never seen or experienced such a wide gulf between differing views. The chasm is likely unbridgeable. 4. There was little understanding of how unique the US is in the world with regards to many of its policies and programs (such as health care, social assistance, etc.). Most of these guys had never traveled outside the US. Most had never left the South. Some were afraid to travel to California because of all the socialists that live there. Their narrowness of view was shocking. 5. There was a universal view that the US is the most powerful country in the world, the best country in the world and that US citizens somehow deserve to be treated as special. Arrogance is probably a correct term for this. I spent a month with a small group of people - I understand statistics. But I can certainly now see how it may be possible for Trump to be re-elected. These are his people and they will stand by him no matter what. So those are my observations from my month in Trumpland. I share this simply because I found it interesting and enlightening. Flame on.
  19. 16 points
    I'd had a shitty day at work today, so I stopped off at the tiny, family run convenience store in my neighborhood to buy a bottled coffee. The nice, young Asian kid behind the counter chatted me up. He asked if I had vacation plans for the summer and I replied that I planned to take a month off and disappear on my sailboat. He sighed wistfully and said "That sounds great, I wish I could do that." Something inside me, just. fucking. snapped. In front of me, was a young, fit, able-bodied man who damned well COULD do that, if he really wants to. I looked him dead in the eye and said "You think sailing on sailboats is only for rich, old white folks? Well it's not. Sailing is for anyone with the energy and the burn to make it happen." From there, I informed him of the metric shitloads of marinas all a mere stone's throw from where we were standing that were positively jammed with old, 4 knot shitboxes that could be had for a song, just waiting for someone to give them purpose again. I told him that I started off with a $2300 shitbox and learned to sail with a book, Youtube videos and advice from this forum. I told him to walk the docks of the marinas and ask for help. I told him that he could learn quickly, but that it takes practice and it never ends. I told him that he'd have to sweat to fix up a cheap boat but after that, it's your magic carpet, your escape pod. I informed him of Maryland's (for now) liberal mooring laws that let you plant a private mooring ball to keep that boat on, for free. I told him that he lives in the sailing capital of the East Coast and that all the resources he needs, are practically at his finger tips and that even he could make it happen on his pay. I told him that the time to do it is now, while he's young and unencumbered by wives, kids, mortgages and student debt. I just couldn't bear the thought of this young guy assuming that he just "can't" and sinking further into his sofa, playing X-Box, so I told him that it could be done. I wasn't calm about it. I fucking sermonized him and I'm embarrassed about it. But... I saw his eyes open. His face lit up as he listened to me and considered the possibility. He nodded, encouraged when I broke the stereotype of "who" should be sailing. He smiled and his gears were TURNING in his head when I walked out. I'm embarrassed. I don't know if did the right thing. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut and walked out.
  20. 16 points
    And so it begins. Image credit and copyright Allesandro Spiga
  21. 16 points
    Just got back my Multistate Professional Responsibility Examination back from NCBEX and learned that I have just crushed the final exam I needed to be admitted to the Michigan Bar. So now I can represent people here and in California. This has been a two year road of insanity, weeks of dedicated studying, huge financial outlays, and now, finally, I can relax. Or rather I could, but I've got a dozen cases I'm working on... Congratulate me or tell me to fuck off. I don't care!
  22. 16 points
    So what's wrong with an Opti kid being awarded the Rolex Male athlete of the Year? Here's what Shirley Robertson had to say: "Marco is undoubtedly a great talent, and I'm sure in time we will see him flourish in the senior arena - but it seems a strange decision for a World Governing Body to give a senior award to a young sailor who competes only against other young sailors. You don't see Football, Rugby or maybe any other world sports authority giving their annual 'player of the year' awards to junior players ......odd decision." Yep! A kid beat some other relatively inexperienced kids, to be crowned "king of the kids". That's the situation that apparently merits the Rolex. So be it... But on a deeper level it highlights problems for our sport...... The flat bottomed, slab sided, weirdly rigged Optimist was conceived and is promoted as the entry level sailcraft for juniors. Supposedly it's an inexpensive way to introduce kids to our sport and provide the vehicle for skills development and fun on the water. That simple concept - sold to thousands of parents around the world - has been perverted. Instead we have an arms race of equipment and coach programs and talent identification and state/national squads. Ambitious parents in personal RIBs follow intently their little darlings, videoing and recruiting elite coaches - themselves intent on creating Youth world champions with the possibility of olympic greatness. In the process the kids are driven and flown across the country and with their "talent" confirmed...flown around the world to represent at the annual World Championships..... And the result for the sport is.....99% of the optimist sailors who set out to learn skills and have fun drop out of our sport. Kids get the message that they are not one of the "Chosen few" and will only ever "make up the numbers"....they quickly find other sports to play. Parents quickly come to understand that unless they too have the RIB, the video, the coach and the preparedness to traipse across the country....they're wasting their time...and that of the club coach.... The result is that participation in our sport....particularly youth and adult....is in persistent decline. Because WS is completely addicted to the olympic $$, and is totally committed to the focus on the elite few, it openly encourages this "Olympic Pathways" approach. The awarding of the Rolex to an Opti kid is the result. It's pretty insidious - as it is spun as a "focus on the future" and a recognition of a sailing feat...but the awarding of Male athlete of the year to an opti kid looks to me like WS is desperate to find relevance and reinforce its fundamentally flawed approach to the growth of our sport.
  23. 16 points
    When I bought my boat 15 years ago I'd found it while recreational boat shopping on the internet one cold February afternoon. I had no intention of buying a boat and certainly had no budget in mind. The agent invited us to inspect it on the hard in a dark shed in near zero temps and somehow my wife and I fell in love. The problem was, we were broke. So, we made the low ball offer almost hoping he wouldn't accept it. Instead of stomping off in an insulted huff, the seller made a generous counter offer and suddenly, without a survey, nor having sailed it nor even seen it in the water, we were boat owners. The next 3 months, waiting for springtime, the chance to uncover and actually get our hands on the boat and get her ready for commissioning were horrible. Every imaginable bad scenario played through my mind endlessly... leaking/ broken keel bolts, hidden cracked frames, leaking thru hulls, rotten plank ends, bad plank fastenings, the woiks. Come launch day... the boat barely leaked a drop, every system fired up flawlessly, the diesel engine (the only contingency I'd held out some money on) turned over twice and purred like a kitten, no smoke and plenty of water in the exhaust. Sure, a great outcome but only after 3 months of mental anguish. Now, 15 years later, I've sold my baby. My hands just hurt too much to do all the stuff I used to enjoy doing so much. I know all the rules about not expecting to recover your investment, and they're all true. I did, however, sell her for 30% more than I paid for her, after an enormous amount of work. After closing the deal we were having lunch with another wooden boat couple and they asked the obvious "How does it feel?" I didn't know then and I'm still not sure I've figured out how I feel yet, more than a month later. I find myself going back over all the old pics of the boat and all the beautiful places she took us and reliving those memories wistfully. I look at the boat shed and it's already filling up with shit. I sold the boat stands a week later, which was a nice gift I hadn't even thought about until after the boat sold. Today I sold my mooring, which had been in the cove at the end of our road. I think this is the one that's really throwing me for a loop. Ya see, as long as the boat was down in the cove, it was pretty much a given that any day we weren't out on the boat, we'd at least drive down to the cove to check on it/ admire it/ chat up the neighbors or just watch the river traffic cruising by. It was not unusual for total strangers to recognize us and thank us for dressing up the cove with our boat, so in some small way I guess we were local heros. Even after the boat sold, for some reason I'd still go down and check out the mooring just out of habit, I guess. So now I have no sailboat, no boat stands, not even a mooring. I guess it's official, I'm not a sailor anymore. Anyone that tries to sell the old 'The two best days of a sailors life...' is full of shit. I still don't know exactly how I feel nor what I'm going to do next sailboatwise, but whatever it is I feel, it's certainly not jubilation. The two best days of a sailors life? That was written by some guy with a Mac 26 or some other soul less piece of floating tripe.
  24. 16 points
    I think Nat would be championing foils if her were around now. In 1876 he was pushing limits with his catamaran
  25. 16 points
    Yeah I remember seeing that video...middle of the Southern Ocean, blowing a fucking gale, the barely 100 pound woman puts on three layers of foul weather gear and two lifejackets so when she climbs the mast and the pitching throws her 20 feet away from the mast and then slams her back into it again, she doesn't break ribs. She goes up, fixes whatever is wrong at the masthead and reeves a new halyard. She climbs down and makes a video where she's exhausted, cold, tired and upset. FUCK She cries, pull off her foulies and shows the camera the bruises and gets on with it. Brass balls. BIG fucking brass balls. I apologise, Dame Ellen for the obscenity but I will never forget seeing that. RESPECT. AND she puts together the entire team, with the day-to-day management aspect AND drives the fundraising engine?? AND is articulate enough to wow the press. Give me a break. Ellen MacArthur is an amazing human being.

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