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The Turk called me in the morning requesting to borrow a tool and casually
asked if I would try to sail today. I hadn't given it a thought, but as
I dug the item out of the garage I switched on our favorite radio station
KHB-49 and heard "Pillar Point NW 25". UH-oh - radical chage of attitude
here...
Got there about 1 to find no sailors and no wind. But fog was streaming
off the ridgetop toward the sea - too northerly. Back to the radio, the
airport was NW 18-22. Called ASD for confirmation - "Yep, it's 5-O". So
it's over 92 we go, direct to 3rd Ave.
Sails are blazing as I pull in, it's clearly a 4.7 wind. I put the new
Naish Nalu on the 8'8" ASD and plane away - for 50 yards or so, then it's
pump, plane, slog. Everyone else is comming in. I jibe, and go rig the 5.9.
Back in the mud, I mean water, I plane away for another 50 yards before
my wrists do a little downward roll...oh shit. check the boom head, yes
it's tweaked. Jibe. Derig two sails, throw it all in the van, bail for
the shop.
ASD is knee-deep in sheetrock. John's wearing a dust mask and holding a
cordless drill, but he's happy to sell me a new Fibrespar and a RIP video.
Put it on the Gold card. I Rig once more behind the shop, run across the
street, and manage to get about an hour of planing in. Whew.
New Year's Day we installed a new front door in the house. That's got to
an auscpicious beginning.
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