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      Abbreviated rules   07/28/2017

      Underdawg did an excellent job of explaining the rules.  Here's the simplified version: Don't insinuate Pedo.  Warning and or timeout for a first offense.  PermaFlick for any subsequent offenses Don't out members.  See above for penalties.  Caveat:  if you have ever used your own real name or personal information here on the forums since, like, ever - it doesn't count and you are fair game. If you see spam posts, report it to the mods.  We do not hang out in every thread 24/7 If you see any of the above, report it to the mods by hitting the Report button in the offending post.   We do not take action for foul language, off-subject content, or abusive behavior unless it escalates to persistent stalking.  There may be times that we might warn someone or flick someone for something particularly egregious.  There is no standard, we will know it when we see it.  If you continually report things that do not fall into rules #1 or 2 above, you may very well get a timeout yourself for annoying the Mods with repeated whining.  Use your best judgement. Warnings, timeouts, suspensions and flicks are arbitrary and capricious.  Deal with it.  Welcome to anarchy.   If you are a newbie, there are unwritten rules to adhere to.  They will be explained to you soon enough.  

Galley Skulker

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  1. I did the Bermuda race on her in'85. The owner was not aboard and it was like a boys' trip. I can't remember who skippered but we had some lake sailors from Chicago, By Baldridge navigated and it was mostly light. Never a particularly fast boat, she did have the pretty lines of those late Holland maxis.
  2. John B. "Jim" Kilroy

    Now Boomerang was a cool program.. a lot of BN's on other Maxi's incl those on Jim's KIV & KV got a pay upgrade to not to go to the George C dark side....then again that amounted to being then allowed to have ice in your Mt Gay in those days. A great era....I'm sure George & Jim are now playing Scrabble against each other up there. Boomerang was a cool program but the rest is just not true. We were well paid and freely moved across programs without any ill-feeling. (Unless it was to Ondine - then you just felt sorry for the poor bastard!)
  3. John B. "Jim" Kilroy

    I see it the other way round; Mr. C won that race!
  4. Just packing for a regatta I came across a cufflink box full of pins/badges from past events. Others must have stuff tucked away so let's see it.
  5. Old School Anarchy

    Wire was less of a problem than made out....as long as you were on a good boat i.e. good experienced people who knew how to splice, swage and handle it when sailing, with no skimping on maintenance spend or vigilance. Boats I sailed on were good on all fronts and I've never heard of anyone losing fingers through wire running rigging, just a gashed forehead from a dodgy cast off in a tack. The stuff was daunting at first, though. On maxis you had to pull the primary and secondary drums off and weld up the grooves the wire chewed into them. I also recall the time a competitor that had got a riding turn in the tack. The led to the tail of the sheet being wound and the tailer had to just step away as the sheet was ground all the way in, which is pretty much all you can do once it's reached that stage. They stood on while the cutters were brought on deck and did the only thing you can do in that situation; put in a slow tack and cut the sheet in that very small window where the headsail is de-powered but not luffing. To minimise the possibility of injury by creating an "angry snake" as a previous poster nicely named it, they cut it right by the swage. Cutting 7/16" wire is hard enough on a hard surface on dry land, how they managed it with a No.3 up in 20+ I don't know but since I only heard about this once we got back to the dock they seemingly pulled it off.
  6. Old School Anarchy

    The hydraulic reaching strut Wire main halyards that, at full hoist, had to be led off the drum to loop around a fixed point far enough away so you could return to the drum with the rope tail and cleat it. Handling that when reefing on a dark, bouncy night was done with great care! "Bricked" dacron headsails in bins forward The peeling strop One person to leeward trimming the headsail sheet, another moving the lead 7/16" wire for jib halyards, sheets and 1st reef (2:1) A winch for everything Huge, whippy antennae on the transom Load cells on everything (esp. on Matador) Lenticular rod rigging 36" Wop props Swapping props for deliveries without hauling the boat Early attempts at canting radar Inverting the rig Spreader patches on headsails
  7. Some of my old sailing photos 2

    I believe she was originally called "Slip Sliding Away" and, as correctly identified elsewhere in the thread, was a G&S one tonner from the lakes.
  8. Joke

    In an interview about his failed marriage, Sir Paul McCartney was asked if he would ever go down on one knee again...In response he said, "I'd prefer it if you called her Heather."
  9. Joke

    An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite cheese scones wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs. With laboured breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing Into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were dozens of his favourite cheese scones. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Irish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted, he could almost taste the cheese scone before it was in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to the nearest scone at the edge of the table, when his hand was suddenly smacked.... with a spatula by his wife . . . . . . . . "Feck Off!! ", she said, "They're for the funeral"
  10. Joke

    A man and a woman who had never met before, but were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on an intercontinental train. Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly......he in the upper bunk, she in the lower. At 1.00 a.m. the man leaned over and gently woke the woman saying "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold." "I have a better idea," she replied. "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married." "Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed. "Good," she replied. "Get your own f**king blanket." After a moment of silence, he farted.