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After about an hour of 4.5 at the Gate I was starting to hit too many holes.
I sailed back to the breakwater on the Marin side and climbed out to re-rig a
5.2. Hurrying back down the barnacle covered rocks I felt a bit of a chill on
my backside. As I popped my water started and planed away, I reached back to
touch the suit and see if it was torn. Unfortunately my hand touched nothing
but bare ass. At that point I figured I might as well enjoy the session
before dealing with a bare ass stroll back to my car. I found it pretty tough
to thread my way through other sailors and time my jibes so that I wouldn't
have anyone sailing close behind me.
Just as I managed to work my way upwind and clear of traffic, I had my first
world class catapult of the summer. I felt the boom get sloppy as I landed
and when I pulled the rig up I could see the boom was broken at the head. Of
course the broken arm was the arm needed for a return to the launch. I
quickly set about flipping the boom over. As I was tring to resecure the boom
to the mast, the current sunk my sail straight down and the boom started to
pull free from my grip. I has two fingers through the line at the head and I
could feel that the boom was going to sink if I let it slip away. My board
was now turned upside down by the swell and I had to nearly hold my head
underwater to keep my grip on the boom which was 3-4' underwater. I could n't
really figure out how Iwas going to get the board flipped and the rig back to
the surface with the one free hand.
It was about then that I recalled the latest theory that sharks attack
surfers because they perceive the bottoms of their white feet to be fish. I
started to wonder what a bare white ass looks like to a shark. I still gdon't
know how I got the rig back but I managed to save the boom and put things
back together. Amazingly, I was able to sail back climb out and casually walk
backwards to my car such that no one had to share my full moon fever.
Peter
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