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Look, I'm sorry HR'FH, but it's really too late to save this "boat." I'm not sure what you can do other than walk away before you get hurt or get drowned. And then you need to spend the next several years working to pay back the people who are going to have to clean up your aftermath. I think it's too late for you. You're not going to be able to make it come out all better in the end. The die has been cast. Choices have consequences.

 

The best thing left is to hope that the ones who come after you will be able to use your story as a lesson and an example of why you shouldn't cut corners and why you should make every effort to get some training and experience before you embark on a complicated and challenging venture. It's really too bad that you worked so hard and have so little to show for it. I'm sorry, I really am.

 

wow post # 7826 when hot rod was actually conversing as HR'FH........

 

james also came up with the great phrase to describe the FH... "A fractal mistake" (it was wrong at every level)

 

page 79 for those historically inclined.

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I can assure you, nothing was added to The Rod's replies.   Perhaps sharing my reverence for The Rod, as well as my deep appreciation for the journalistic accomplishments of my Sailing Anarchy predece

And wtf happened to lil'murray.......?

Guy did not grow a vagin! Mr. Hot is full of merde! The only place Mr. Hot has seen a double hurricane is in La Nouvelle Orléans. 

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Has it crossed anyone's minds here that lilmurray might be Lilian? Maybe Lil and Hot Rod are getting it on, if you know what I mean.

 

 

There, random accusations of forbidden sex should drag her out of the woodwork.

 

OMG....if lil murray is lilan.....(as postulated by Ishmael circa 2013) perhaps the hermaphrodite first mate is really lil' murray !!

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Thing is, where is HR now? I mean did he sell everything for this boat and trip? Since he had the harleysaki on the boat I wonder if this was "it" for him. Did he sell his truck?

His boat sank. Does he have anything left?

Is he now (more) homeless?

Was there a backup plan?

So many questions...

I think we got the fixin's of a Country/Western hit!

 

Was there a dog involved?

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Thing is, where is HR now? I mean did he sell everything for this boat and trip? Since he had the harleysaki on the boat I wonder if this was "it" for him. Did he sell his truck?

His boat sank. Does he have anything left?

Is he now (more) homeless?

Was there a backup plan?

So many questions...

I think we got the fixin's of a Country/Western hit!

 

Was there a dog involved?

 

Not that I know of. No donkeys or midgets yet either, but the latest addition to the cast of characters is a step in the right direction. Wrong dimension.

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I guess this was before we knew they were rutters.

 

Yes, the strength of the rudders is really almost irrelevant. He could have titanium/kryptonite/unobtanium rudder shafts and that thing is still going to sail and steer like a steaming turd because of the incredibly poor hull shape.

It's only worth picking out specific details to criticise if it entertains you. This "boat" is a fractal mistake--it is wrong at every level of resolution, from the specific to the global. It wouldn't matter if he got the rudders right because the boat and the rig are so wrong. It wouldn't matter if he'd gotten the hull shape right because the materials selection was so godawful. It wouldn't matter if he'd gotten the right materials because his craftsmanship and engineering are so poor. It wouldn't matter if he'd engineered it right because he has zero offshore experience and no clue how to handle a giant catamaran at sea. . .and so on.

The frighteningly inadequate rudder scantlings are really no more or less awful than all of the rest of it. It's all fucked. All of it.

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For the sake of a washer...a carriage bolt was lost

 

......for the sake of a carriage bolt .....a cross beam was lost....

 

......for the sake of a coss beam..... the drywall popped its screws....

 

......for the sake of a drywall screw .....the harleyski shifted to port......

 

.....for the sake of a harleyski shifting to port .....the freezer with lil' murray in it shifted to port also.....

 

.......for the sake of lil' murray in a freezer...the battle was lost.

Shit, You guys are talking about drywall... To my knowledge there was no drywall on the boat when she was launched... With all the gumshoe worke luminary did we never heard of any Drywall deliveries to the dock. I really don't think he Got any out there with the skiff and shovel method (did He??) so no Drywall. What that leaves is even less going on inside the damn thing... (though it would be cool if he did sheetrock, mud and tape the thing. )

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Well, it's nice to be quoted, I suppose, but you guys keep ignoring my poetry in favor of my prose, which just isn't fair. So how about some lyrics for the theme song of the upcoming hit reality show?

 

 

♫ ♪

Now sit right back and you'll hear a tale ♪

A tale of a frightful trip

That started from San Raf-a-el

Aboard this plywood 'ship'

 

The mate was a mighty sailing 'man'*

The skipper barely sane

Five passengers set sail that day

With James "Hot Rod" Lane

A cannibal to his name

 

The weather never got too rough

But the hulls began to splay

Despite the courage of the fearless crew

No chanes could save the day

The beams were faulty, hey

 

Now the ship's awash on the shore of this

Uncharted shipping lane

With Hot Rod

And Hot Rod's mom

A Hermaphrodite, and her wife

And someone else

We're not quite sure who**

All here on Hot Rod's aisle! ♪

♫ ♪

 

 

 

*Some restrictions apply. See your friendly neighborhood geneticist for more details.

**Possibly lil'murray, but this has never yet been confirmed. He may have been digested.

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Well, it's nice to be quoted, I suppose, but you guys keep ignoring my poetry in favor of my prose, which just isn't fair. So how about some lyrics for the theme song of the upcoming hit reality show?

 

 

♫ ♪

Now sit right back and you'll hear a tale ♪

A tale of a frightful trip

That started from San Raf-a-el

Aboard this plywood 'ship'

 

The mate was a mighty sailing 'man'*

The skipper barely sane

Five passengers set sail that day

With James "Hot Rod" Lane

A cannibal to his name

 

The weather never got too rough

But the hulls began to splay

Despite the courage of the fearless crew

No chanes could save the day

The beams were faulty, hey

 

Now the ship's awash on the shore of this

Uncharted shipping lane

With Hot Rod

And Hot Rod's mom

A Hermaphrodite, and her wife

And someone else

We're not quite sure who**

All here on Hot Rod's aisle! ♪

♫ ♪

 

 

 

*Some restrictions apply. See your friendly neighborhood geneticist for more details.

**Possibly lil'murray, but this has never yet been confirmed. He may have been digested.

 

Easily the post of the week! Maybe even the month! Just outstanding!

 

Kiler is, when I was a kid I never realized how good Gilligan had it. Oh, what I would give to be marooned on a tropical paradise with always perfect weather, abundant food (just look at the Skipper) and an endless supply of clean clothing. And, of course, two hotties...

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Shit, You guys are talking about drywall... To my knowledge there was no drywall on the boat when she was launched... With all the gumshoe worke luminary did we never heard of any Drywall deliveries to the dock. I really don't think he Got any out there with the skiff and shovel method (did He??) so no Drywall. What that leaves is even less going on inside the damn thing... (though it would be cool if he did sheetrock, mud and tape the thing. )

 

This is my understanding as well.

 

It's one of the many stupid jokes started here and repeated so often that people just started believing it.

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Just in

 

photo of trail starting just outside the GG Bridge that authorities followed to find the location of the FH

 

 

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He went to Lomond,
Lookin for answers
to questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, strong and aggressive
building his world on his own
But the chill summer breezes, great wines and cheeses,
held not the creditors at bay
And summer then winter scattered like splinters
and four or five months slipped away

Then he launched his big cat, played at some sailing
and embarked a mother named (?)
They had a good life, she was a good mom,
And brought their son named Viking
And all of the answers and all of the questions
he searched through his dock box one day
Cause he liked the quiet, clean R Bay living
And twenty more months slipped away

Well the wind took his mooring, the Coast Guard his windlass,
And left him with only one dink
His PR was battered, his prospects were shattered
and all he could do was just fix
While the nails were apounding, he was connecting
the boat parts that he'd just now found
So he hopped on his big cat, skidded the ocean,
and left Cali without a sound

Now he travels by chopper, fishes the hull growth
and revs that big harley each day
he's talking of junk parts, defective beams
And he don't care what most people say
Through eighty-six months of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say
Murray, some of it's magic, some of it's mastic,
But I had a good trip all the way.

And he went to Lomond, looking for answers,
To questions that bothered him so

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hot rod hired a crew of actors with what was left of his mother social security money and has posted the video to youtube and has stated that "the portrayal of the video is EXAXTLY what happend in my mind".

 

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Shit, You guys are talking about drywall... To my knowledge there was no drywall on the boat when she was launched... With all the gumshoe worke luminary did we never heard of any Drywall deliveries to the dock. I really don't think he Got any out there with the skiff and shovel method (did He??) so no Drywall. What that leaves is even less going on inside the damn thing... (though it would be cool if he did sheetrock, mud and tape the thing. )

This is my understanding as well.

 

It's one of the many stupid jokes started here and repeated so often that people just started believing it.

 

I heard it had foils, like that Oracle boat! It was going to fly to Hawaii.

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“Man once surrendering his reason, has no remaining guard against absurdities the most monstrous, and like a ship without rudder, is the sport of every wind. With such persons, gullibility, which they call faith, takes the helm from the hand of reason, and the mind becomes a wreck.”

 

 

― Thomas Jefferson

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The Lay of the Flying Hawaiian

 

(With apologies to Masefield)

 

James Lane was on a deluded trip

Dreamed of a life of seamanship

Despite a life spent on dry land

Decided he would turn his hand

To build a boat of vast design

A scatamaran, the Flyin’ H’waiian

With no more than a builder’s saw

A stack of plywood, two by four

Screws and coach bolts by the ton

And epoxy, a thousand gallon

He built the thing like a garden shed

The plans made in his scrambled head

Fuelled no doubt by crystal meth

He swore as long as he drew breath

He’d sail the thing to Ha-wai-ee

Not short of modest dreams was he

He was a dark, short wiry man

His reputation went down the pan

As the spectacle of this ghastly boat

Made people say it would never float

Or fall apart on launching day

For in one piece it could never stay

Soggy plywood and drywall screws

Could never survive such abuse

The rig was odd, made bit by bit

Two masts, strange spars no sails could fit

The cabin adorned with battle shutters

No way to steer with those tiny rutters

After the Seagull died in its nest

Lane decided sail was best

Engines Hotrod now eschewed

Against the tide his progress screwed

Towed to anchor in Richardson’s Bay

By the Binliner all the way

Soon the anchor cable parted

Stuck on the mud before he started

The Coastguard tried to tow him clear

Only for the cleats to shear

So weakly built was this shameful wreck

They just tore out of the cardboard deck

Lane was clearly not amused

And foully his rescuers abused

Hotrod’s temper was hot like ginger

His pleasure was to chew the finger

Of a good man whose help he sought

Naturally, he went to court

Spent a fortnight in the can

And returned the boat a chastened man

Became a hermit of the sea

With his mum, the Viking and a Harleysaki

Half afloat, half aground

The mighty FH proved more sound

Than all the begrudgers seemed to think

For many months it would not sink

Staying just beyond the Raccoon’s jaws

And the junk flotilla’s civic laws

No news for months was heard

After Li’l Murray disappeared

A very tragic loss

Then one day the news flashed bright

The Flying Hawaiian was not in sight

There was much controversy

Surely they had not gone to sea?

To the delta had they fled?

Sunk at anchor? Drowned in bed?

No sight nor sound for days was heard

The disappearance seemed absurd

No sailor with mind in a normal state

Would risk that crock past the Golden Gate

But then no sailor was aboard that night

Just Hotrod’s clan and a hermaphrodite

Those loony tunes had floated away

(intentionally or not it's hard to say)

Beneath the bridge and out to sea

Where for days they drifted free

In the general direction of Hawaii

Until one calm night those faulty beams

Began to split and so it seems

The hulls parted as the inventive Lanes

Jury rigged the beams with chanes

Their efforts were to no avail

The FH could no more float than sail

Of that there was no doubt

They had to send a mayday out

Now the duty of the mighty Hercules

Is to search and succour fools like these

The Air Force, Coastguard and sundry ships

Made several heroic rescue trips

A pair of Jayhawks thrashed they way

Two hundred miles off Monterey

And, tho some say they shouldn’a oughta

Fished the numpties out of the water

Now Rod Lane and his fearless team

Are back on dry land, it would seem

And if I know that man at all

He’s waving a finger, proud and tall

And saying to all who care to hear

The defiant message, loud and clear

I built it, I sailed it, and fuck the begrudgers!

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There was a vessel AKA Flyin' Hawaiian

built of 2 by 4s, screws, and ply an'

(S)he "sailed" for the islands, and quite implausibly Thailand.

But after a few short days at sea, her crew is plucked off by CG

now for eternity on the bottom (s)he's lyin'

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ok so scene 1:

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"Oh well" says Guy le Douche... "better to be a has beam than a never never wuss."

 

Suddenly with a thundering ear splitting crack, the beam splits end from end and both pieces richochet around the cabin, punching holes into anything softer than soggy cardboard. Guy Le Douche frowns as he notices that he has suffered most of the injuries. he will never play the organ again. He sighs, ah well, no loss.

 

The chewing gum finally lets go as the centre of the knot falls out and rolls across the deck, and with the groan of a thousand popping drywall screws, the abyss opens...

Thank budda Valerie is wearing her Priscilla heels and her drop dead gorgeous little black number, as she drives a heel into the rotting cdx floors and flexing her walnut crushers, she pulls the two halves back together...

 

Lil murray, sitting at here feet like a scene from Jabba the Hut, and recovering from a vomiting bout, nervously looks up again, but this time averts his eyes just in time, as the bile rises in his throat.

 

"fly my beauties" she shouts, as her purse breaks open under the pressure of a thousand moths and 400 crabs. A battered credit card fresh from the purchase of a little black number, and liberally coated in lube, slips unseen from Guys boxer shorts free at last.

 

With a groan to rival the titanic as she breaks in halves, the bows descend into the abyss. Guy reaches for the chains and ties a plank across his backside. " No time for that" shouts Valerie as she notices that the credit card balance on her hand held transactor shows zero. Time to switch the Priscilla heels for the harleysaki hillclimb specials, apply fresh lippy and adjust the boxers. suddenly the boat rolls over. Always quick on her back, Valerie focuses with a discrete smile. I have to to think of down as up, and go down like I have never gone down before. For the first time in his life Guy is speechless.

 

Meanwhile the captain, slipping into his native Italian tongue, is the first to climb into the rescue harness.

"Get back" shouts the chopper pilot through the loudspeaker. I order you to return to your station and see to the safe evacuation of your guests and crew."

 

Fungool ! the captain shouts as he climbs hand over hand up to the chopper.

 

Look out Sir, a bleeding winch operator screams as his hand disappears. The chomper is attacking the chopper. (use the scene from "the hand" when it crawls up the bonnet and grabs the windscreen wiper or shower scene from psycho).

 

The rescue basket cable is bitten through, but not before the wide eyed white faced winch operator has chopped through it with the "oh fk its Reid Stowe again" cablecutter conveniently mounted next to the winch.

 

As the captain freefalls with a perfect half spike so as to land on an unneeded body part, he successfully lands head first on a soggy veranda roof. The ride of the Valkyrie is played through the chopper's speakers, and the pilot guns it stateside...

 

What he doesn't realise though, is that there are parasitic clingon organisms accustomed to living on the skids, and he is heading home with them.....

 

cut to a picture of the helicopter skid, next to the harlisaki boot hooked on upside down by the buckle, and zoom into the dark stain in the leather. 10,000 microscopic skid living parasitic organisms living in a colony, and one of them is wielding a tiny battery drill...... the scene is set for the sequel.

 

CUT. that's a wrap.(coloured plastic over the lens, and zoom into a crystal) Total film budget $6.25.

Excellent work TTT, excellent.

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The Lay of the Flying Hawaiian

 

(With apologies to Masefield)

 

James Lane was on a deluded trip

Dreamed of a life of seamanship

Despite a life spent on dry land

Decided he would turn his hand

To build a boat of vast design

A scatamaran, the Flyin’ H’waiian

With no more than a builder’s saw

A stack of plywood, two by four

Screws and coach bolts by the ton

And epoxy, a thousand gallon

He built the thing like a garden shed

The plans made in his scrambled head

Fuelled no doubt by crystal meth

He swore as long as he drew breath

He’d sail the thing to Ha-wai-ee

Not short of modest dreams was he

He was a dark, short wiry man

His reputation went down the pan

As the spectacle of this ghastly boat

Made people say it would never float

Or fall apart on launching day

For in one piece it could never stay

Soggy plywood and drywall screws

Could never survive such abuse

The rig was odd, made bit by bit

Two masts, strange spars no sails could fit

The cabin adorned with battle shutters

No way to steer with those tiny rutters

After the Seagull died in its nest

Lane decided sail was best

Engines Hotrod now eschewed

Against the tide his progress screwed

Towed to anchor in Richardson’s Bay

By the Binliner all the way

Soon the anchor cable parted

Stuck on the mud before he started

The Coastguard tried to tow him clear

Only for the cleats to shear

So weakly built was this shameful wreck

They just tore out of the cardboard deck

Lane was clearly not amused

And foully his rescuers abused

Hotrod’s temper was hot like ginger

His pleasure was to chew the finger

Of a good man whose help he sought

Naturally, he went to court

Spent a fortnight in the can

And returned the boat a chastened man

Became a hermit of the sea

With his mum, the Viking and a Harleysaki

Half afloat, half aground

The mighty FH proved more sound

Than all the begrudgers seemed to think

For many months it would not sink

Staying just beyond the Raccoon’s jaws

And the junk flotilla’s civic laws

No news for months was heard

After Li’l Murray disappeared

A very tragic loss

Then one day the news flashed bright

The Flying Hawaiian was not in sight

There was much controversy

Surely they had not gone to sea?

To the delta had they fled?

Sunk at anchor? Drowned in bed?

No sight nor sound for days was heard

The disappearance seemed absurd

No sailor with mind in a normal state

Would risk that crock past the Golden Gate

But then no sailor was aboard that night

Just Hotrod’s clan and a hermaphrodite

Those loony tunes had floated away

(intentionally or not it's hard to say)

Beneath the bridge and out to sea

Where for days they drifted free

In the general direction of Hawaii

Until one calm night those faulty beams

Began to split and so it seems

The hulls parted as the inventive Lanes

Jury rigged the beams with chanes

Their efforts were to no avail

The FH could no more float than sail

Of that there was no doubt

They had to send a mayday out

Now the duty of the mighty Hercules

Is to search and succour fools like these

The Air Force, Coastguard and sundry ships

Made several heroic rescue trips

A pair of Jayhawks thrashed they way

Two hundred miles off Monterey

And, tho some say they shouldn’a oughta

Fished the numpties out of the water

Now Rod Lane and his fearless team

Are back on dry land, it would seem

And if I know that man at all

He’s waving a finger, proud and tall

And saying to all who care to hear

The defiant message, loud and clear

I built it, I sailed it, and fuck the begrudgers!

 

Wow, well done! But geeze, yu apparently have a lot of time on your hands!

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That a woman 7 months removed from conceiving a baby with a hermaphrodite would board that death trap to navigate it across the open ocean is obviously absurd. I can't help but also finding humor in the fact that the FH had a navigator at all. How exactly does one "navigate" a dilapidated barge with no real means of propulsion or steerage? I imagine it’s not unlike the way my toddler "drives" our shopping cart around the store from the little plastic car in front.

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Unable to make headway against a 3 knot wind having run out of outboard fuel, and laying side on or diagonally on to 4 foot waves, the wrenching and tearing as the waves pounded against the side of those hulls......

as the hulls tore themselves out flat and the harleysaki plunged off the back deck WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH HR'S BRAIN AT THAT EXACT MOMENT ?

 

1. regret ?

2. nothing at all.

4. a drywall screw ?

5. 5 grams of crystal meth ?

6. ?

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The Lay of the Flying Hawaiian

 

(With apologies to Masefield)

 

James Lane was on a deluded trip

Dreamed of a life of seamanship

Despite a life spent on dry land

Decided he would turn his hand

To build a boat of vast design

A scatamaran, the Flyin’ H’waiian

With no more than a builder’s saw

A stack of plywood, two by four

Screws and coach bolts by the ton

And epoxy, a thousand gallon

He built the thing like a garden shed

The plans made in his scrambled head

Fuelled no doubt by crystal meth

He swore as long as he drew breath

He’d sail the thing to Ha-wai-ee

Not short of modest dreams was he

He was a dark, short wiry man

His reputation went down the pan

As the spectacle of this ghastly boat

Made people say it would never float

Or fall apart on launching day

For in one piece it could never stay

Soggy plywood and drywall screws

Could never survive such abuse

The rig was odd, made bit by bit

Two masts, strange spars no sails could fit

The cabin adorned with battle shutters

No way to steer with those tiny rutters

After the Seagull died in its nest

Lane decided sail was best

Engines Hotrod now eschewed

Against the tide his progress screwed

Towed to anchor in Richardson’s Bay

By the Binliner all the way

Soon the anchor cable parted

Stuck on the mud before he started

The Coastguard tried to tow him clear

Only for the cleats to shear

So weakly built was this shameful wreck

They just tore out of the cardboard deck

Lane was clearly not amused

And foully his rescuers abused

Hotrod’s temper was hot like ginger

His pleasure was to chew the finger

Of a good man whose help he sought

Naturally, he went to court

Spent a fortnight in the can

And returned the boat a chastened man

Became a hermit of the sea

With his mum, the Viking and a Harleysaki

Half afloat, half aground

The mighty FH proved more sound

Than all the begrudgers seemed to think

For many months it would not sink

Staying just beyond the Raccoon’s jaws

And the junk flotilla’s civic laws

No news for months was heard

After Li’l Murray disappeared

A very tragic loss

Then one day the news flashed bright

The Flying Hawaiian was not in sight

There was much controversy

Surely they had not gone to sea?

To the delta had they fled?

Sunk at anchor? Drowned in bed?

No sight nor sound for days was heard

The disappearance seemed absurd

No sailor with mind in a normal state

Would risk that crock past the Golden Gate

But then no sailor was aboard that night

Just Hotrod’s clan and a hermaphrodite

Those loony tunes had floated away

(intentionally or not it's hard to say)

Beneath the bridge and out to sea

Where for days they drifted free

In the general direction of Hawaii

Until one calm night those faulty beams

Began to split and so it seems

The hulls parted as the inventive Lanes

Jury rigged the beams with chanes

Their efforts were to no avail

The FH could no more float than sail

Of that there was no doubt

They had to send a mayday out

Now the duty of the mighty Hercules

Is to search and succour fools like these

The Air Force, Coastguard and sundry ships

Made several heroic rescue trips

A pair of Jayhawks thrashed they way

Two hundred miles off Monterey

And, tho some say they shouldn’a oughta

Fished the numpties out of the water

Now Rod Lane and his fearless team

Are back on dry land, it would seem

And if I know that man at all

He’s waving a finger, proud and tall

And saying to all who care to hear

The defiant message, loud and clear

I built it, I sailed it, and fuck the begrudgers!

 

Wow, well done! But geeze, yu apparently have a lot of time on your hands!

 

Excellent, I would say TRULY excellent except that you forgot one small detail. You left out the part about paddling with a shovel.

 

Rhymes with "hovel"

 

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I suppose w/ the overcast sky that the jet trails weren't visible so therefore a need for a pro navigator, I here there was a dutch guy who turned down the opportunity who's name rhymes w/ router so they had to go w/ their second choice, a 7 month pregnant mom to be.

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Unable to make headway against a 3 knot wind having run out of outboard fuel, and laying side on or diagonally on to 4 foot waves, the wrenching and tearing as the waves pounded against the side of those hulls......

as the hulls tore themselves out flat and the harleysaki plunged off the back deck WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH HR'S BRAIN AT THAT EXACT MOMENT ?

 

1. regret ?

2. nothing at all.

4. a drywall screw ?

5. 5 grams of crystal meth ?

6. ?

 

9. The dockmaster's finger?!

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I suppose w/ the overcast sky that the jet trails weren't visible so therefore a need for a pro navigator, I here there was a dutch guy who turned down the opportunity who's name rhymes w/ router so they had to go w/ their second choice, a 7 month pregnant mom to be.

 

Now, I'm confused. Is the Preggo a hermaphrodite, or is it Bruce Jenner?

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That a woman 7 months removed from conceiving a baby with a hermaphrodite would board that death trap to navigate it across the open ocean is obviously absurd. I can't help but also finding humor in the fact that the FH had a navigator at all. How exactly does one "navigate" a dilapidated barge with no real means of propulsion or steerage? I imagine it’s not unlike the way my toddler "drives" our shopping cart around the store from the little plastic car in front.

I believe that IT gave very specific navigational instructions , " if you see a tree, turn. "
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I suppose w/ the overcast sky that the jet trails weren't visible so therefore a need for a pro navigator, I here there was a dutch guy who turned down the opportunity who's name rhymes w/ router so they had to go w/ their second choice, a 7 month pregnant mom to be.

Now, I'm confused. Is the Preggo a hermaphrodite, or is it Bruce Jenner?

Yes

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Hey HR we know you are reading this. You are too stupid not to. So how about signing on again and giving us the drum. Speaking for myself I promise not to put as much shit on you as last time. Obviously I cant speak for others. Come on Rod - this is all about you old mate.

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There are things in life that you regret terribly, but once the moving finger has writ & moved on, it's just too late for regrets.

 

WHY wasn't there a Delorme on that boat?? :(

 

And more importantly, WHY OH WHY wasn't HR equipped with a go-pro camera! :o

 

I for one, would gladly have subscribed to see the FH's wayward track as well as the chaos and mutual recrimination that no doubt flew about the cabin towards the end.

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I heard a rumor going around the Sausalito waterfront that Hot Rod had been soliciting for paying passengers on his maiden voyage. This might explain His motivation to leave SF Bay --He found a couple of true believers with cash.

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Every now and then, there's a post that reminds me why this place is great.

 

Now tits newb.

How exactly does one "navigate" a dilapidated barge with no real means of propulsion or steerage? I imagine it’s not unlike the way my toddler "drives" our shopping cart around the store from the little plastic car in front.

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I heard a rumor going around the Sausalito waterfront that Hot Rod had been soliciting for paying passengers on his maiden voyage. This might explain His motivation to leave SF Bay --He found a couple of true believers with cash.

 

Ow! Maybe Rod can be prosecuted after all!

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Looking at this screen capture of the rescue video, I'm thinking the floating square thing is not the rear deck awning. It floats too well. Looks like it's something inflatable. Possibly an air mattress?

 

There is also a big splash of water that jets out on the left side of the shot. Something big is there just out of view. Transom of the FH? So many questions.

 

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Here's a clip from the Coast Guard site, which is a bit bigger, although it's overzoomed. If you watch the video, that floating thing is much bigger than an air mattress. The small white amoeba to it's right is a swimming person. That red "bloom" coming from the big white thing is nowhere else on the image, which leads me to believe that that is the FH, mostly underwater.

 

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Also on the CG site is a thank-you from the parents of the pregnant one. http://www.dvidshub.net/video/389708/coast-guard-rescues-5-people-sinking-sail-boat-off-coast-monterey#.VNkZdS6BuT8

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Looks like they pulled bodies out of the water instead of from the boat and the caption for the video says the boat was "sinking".

 

Maybe someone with decent editing skills could clear up what the faces, etc... look like for the two bodies pulled up? Pretty hard to tell from the angle of the shot.

 

Does the first one look a bit like Slow Rod? Odd pants and shirt.


The second one has a green theme going on.

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This thread is just short of a couple things to be compleate

 

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Grandma is grateful to the CG. Sue Buck Lee. Great name for this upcoming movie.

 

Found this interesting tidbit on her FaceBook page talking about her daughter,

 

So good to be home....
heading straight for the shower
did i say its good to finally be home
feeling exhausted and would like to thank everyone for all the calls, text, prayers, and help...
love you all family and friends

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Found the wedding announcement!

 

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Just announced Kelly got married on Aug. 5th
MRS. KELLY TOVER, we are elated. She sails for Hawaii in a few weeks to live. Congrats on your new adventures. Love you both so much, mom and dad and fam.a.LEE

 

 

Now I've found the pregnant navigators Facebook page. Seems ligit but no posts since Christmas and haven't found anything about the FH trip. I did think it interesting that the unborn child is already referred to as a sailor!

 

Guess what everyone I found on Wednesday the baby gender.

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I realize this is the 21st century and people willingly give up their privacy because of their obsession with social media, but I find this all getting a little too creepy for my taste.

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Looking at this screen capture of the rescue video, I'm thinking the floating square thing is not the rear deck awning. It floats too well. Looks like it's something inflatable. Possibly an air mattress?

 

There is also a big splash of water that jets out on the left side of the shot. Something big is there just out of view. Transom of the FH? So many questions.

 

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Floating mattress?

 

Of course - it was a porn shoot!

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Damn. Great sleuthing Rasputin. .....now, I'm off to lock down my Facebook account!

 

 

No shit! Same here.

 

One more thing, it looks like they were bound to Hawaii listening to Iz, the deceased 750 lb Ukulele master. I like his music too. We can use his music for the soundtrack of the movie.

 

 

BORN
1959 in Hi
DIED
1997
MEMBER OF
YEARS ACTIVE
1970s, 1980s, 1990s
Biography

The most popular entertainer in Hawaii until his tragic death in 1997, Israel Kamakawiwo'ole formed the traditional Makaha Sons as a teenager in the mid-'70s, went out on his own in more of a contemporary style by the 1990s, and released four immensely popular recordings before passing away just after the release of 1996's N Dis Life. Born in the Honolulu suburb of Kaimuki, Kamakawiwo'ole later moved to nearby Makaha. In allegiance to his new home, Israel formed the Makaha Sons of Ni'ihau with brother Skippy plus Louis "Moon" Kauakahi, Sam Gray and Jerome Koko. The Makaha Sons recorded No Kristo in 1976 and released five more albums during as many years, though Skippy's death of a heart attack in 1982 came as quite a blow to his younger brother. The group soldiered on, and became Hawaii's most popular traditional group with breakout albums like 1984's Puana Hou Me Ke Aloha and its follow-up, 1986's Ho'ola.

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole decided to begin recording on his own with 1990's Ka 'Ano'i, which became the most popular Hawaiian album of the year. Though he continued his solo career, by 1991 he had recorded with the Makaha Sons of Ni'ihau again, and that year's Makaha Bash 3 set still more records in Hawaii, thanks in part to the single "Broken Promise." Another Makaha LP, Ho'oluana, appeared in 1992, though it was the last with Israel. His second solo effort, Facing Future, appeared in 1993, and 1995's E Ala E featured a reunited duet with Skippy, thanks to studio technology. Israel continued to win awards and sell very well with 1996's N Dis Life, but his ballooning weight problem (at times, he weighed over 750 pounds) caused his early death at the age of 38. ~ John Bush

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I realize this is the 21st century and people willingly give up their privacy because of their obsession with social media, but I find this all getting a little too creepy for my taste.

 

I find it is a really creepy age to live in. But it does allow one to know for sure how ignorant or gullible so many people are. Obviously this pregnant herma (whatever the non self-image damaging word is) "navigator" did not leave thinking she (whatever) would die had to believe that this boat could make it to Hawaii.

 

That is scary.

 

What else is scary is that he had to be told it was an OK boat by Rod. And if he was not lying then he really is delusional.

 

Well. Hell. We all knew that a long time ago.............

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I realize this is the 21st century and people willingly give up their privacy because of their obsession with social media, but I find this all getting a little too creepy for my taste.

 

I find it is a really creepy age to live in. But it does allow one to know for sure how ignorant or gullible so many people are. Obviously this pregnant herma (whatever the non self-image damaging word is) "navigator" did not leave thinking she (whatever) would die had to believe that this boat could make it to Hawaii.

 

That is scary.

 

What else is scary is that he had to be told it was an OK boat by Rod. And if he was not lying then he really is delusional.

 

Well. Hell. We all knew that a long time ago.............

 

Just to clear things up, the pregnant woman was the partner of the hermaphrodite. I think.

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If he took paying customers that thing and didn't have it inspected as a six-pack from the CG before doing so then he's in deep shit from my understanding of the rules. I'm pretty sure there are all kinds of rules and regulations about taking paying passengers out.

Big mistake, and yea, he might just be looking at a legal battle. It'd serve him right and the court record would make some awesome reading

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Rasputin, you have wayyyyy too much time on your hands, but thanks. Now we need the CG swimmer's perspective, and the home vids of the "paying Passengers" keep up the sleuthing cause there is no way that stuff does not make it to FB or somewhere after that disaster.... Someone is gonna look for a book deal or try and Sue for the kiddos college fund....

 

Geez this thing just keeps getting weirder and weirder....

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I found this most interesting: "They took the 70 year old woman up in helicopter while my daughter was in the water over hour. It happened around 4 am. She wasn't even able to get a single thing." +1 for grandma hr?

 

 

They must have good lights on those choppers. It looks like daylight to me.

 

I sure hope someone gets a good interview with some of the crew.

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The sinking caused $200,000.00 of improvements to the Value of the FH = cost of clean-up if inside Frisco Bay

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