How long until the next Tin Can/Raw Faith/Flyin' Hawaiian comes along, guys? C'mon, it's fucking boring reading about normal and sane people simply using decent boats properly. I want more from my internet.
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...
This sounds legit. Blaming the wood beams as being faulty rather than acknowledging that it was the terrible engineering and design. Using chains to try to keep stuff from getting away <insert gratuitous lil'murray reference here>. Spelling and grammar congruent with what we've come to...
I really don't get these guys who are all, "Well, at least he had a dream." For fuck's sake, it's not enough to have a plan, it ought to be a -good- plan, and then it needs to be executed properly. What a low, low bar for achievement you set if you're going to praise even slightly such a...
Not particularly surprised at the outcome. Expected it sooner, I must admit, but not surprised.
But here's a fun question for someone with a chart and dividers: how far TOTAL did the Flyin Hawaiian travel from the parking lot of her birth unto her final demise? 120 miles + what, another 25...
Wow! My timing was just about perfect.
I bet all you lazy-ass sad-sacks who didn't go out and look at her while you could are sorry now.
As for me, I have no fear that she'll be located again soon enough. That plywood wasn't so waterlogged yet that the fragments won't still float.
Verily, thou hast to be in the Divine Presence thyself, or else thou shalt knoweth not what Glory might be.
Makest thou the pilgrimage, o Californians.
(And weareth thy gauntlets.)
I hate to get off topic here, guys, but I just happened to be passing through the Bay Area, and I convinced my ride that we must at all costs go down through Sausalito to catch a glimpse of the Fabled One.
'Twas a hazy and a misty day
As we alighted from our carriage on that storied shore...
Blah, blah, blah. Flyin Hawaiian, whatever. I'm so over that by now. Let's talk about what's much more important:
Apparently that forestay tensioner comes in red as well as yellow.
I hate motors and motoring in boats. It never fails to annoy and/or bore me to putt along, leaving fumes and an oil slick in my wake.
My solution now is Sail & Oar, in a small, open boat that can be rowed as pleasantly as it can be sailed. It's a distinct niche, and it requires a small...
By the way, I rowed the entire west side of Bainbridge from Blake all the way back to Shilshole last Saturday since the wind never filled in, about 22 miles. It took me all day, and I wasn't having all that much fun for the last third of it. Anyone who thinks they're sturdy enough to do this...
Yep. Here's Jake's post about the updated and improved rules:
"OK R2AK hopefuls and fans- after a great day working out details with our partners in Victoria, here are the final details of the First Stage of the race:
*NEW! Start time: 5am on June 4th. Should give you enough time and tides to...
The Flyin' Hawaiian never installed those outboard motors yet, did it? If so, that means that Hot Rod is totally eligible to enter. Bet he could use $10 grand about now. And he's probably still got plenty of lil'murray steaks and roasts in the freezer, so he wouldn't have to stock up too much...
And is anyone going to offer the traditional newbie greeting to Mr. Hamhocks here? Or do I have to do everything, including starting this awesome thread? For Pete's sake!
Good god! What a fucking pussy! Don't you have any sense of adventure at all? Are you also gonna bring your mommy to tuck you in at night? A real sea dog wouldn't bother with any of that shit. You can get water by rowing with your mouth open during the incessant rain storms, and pluck...
No motors and up the inside has been done for hundreds of years. It merely takes the kind of judgement and seamanship that some of you decadent modern sailors have never bothered to develop. It's far easier to sit on your fat ass and twist a throttle than to figure it out or learn how to row...
Jake Beattie at the Northwest Maritime center has come up with this crazy stunt, probably just to get attention or something. . .but I figure some of y'all might actually be mental enough to consider participating in it.
The rules are pretty simple: 750 miles from Port Townsend to Ketchikan up...
This is why I sail a rowboat. I find myself striking the rig and rowing at least 30% of the time on every weekend trip. I still find it enormously rewarding, but it's surely a different mindset.