|Sailor||2 Second Peak (Kts)||5 x 10 Second Average (Kts)||1 Hour (Kts)||Alpha Racing 500m (Kts)||Nautical Mile (Kts)||Distance Travelled (km)|
|Sammy the snail|
|Man Over Board|
|Jonski (5379km): |
Coodanup, WA, AU, Isonic 110, TRX 7.0, FF24
Cruise in the smooooooth
|Hardie (29339km): |
Novara Niceness the late seabreeze was sailed inspired by Shano, thanx mate, CA Slalom 74/122 TR9 7.0 Pepeweed 28/48
|otts (5292km): |
Koombana Bay, WA, AU
7.5m Manata foil
wind - SSW then SSE
Wind up and down
Slugger , Ratz on the foil awersome.
Tomorrow another day.
|(flying-) fin (11641km): |
Another roll around at the fangy weed farm,.. Peel WA, AU.
Wind was a bit less, tide a bit low, and lotsmore weed than the other day, but still fun oh fun!!!!
Rigg was Ka kon 6.6, board 48, and El55/19cm fin with skirt, weedy. Because its the only thing that will
get throuhg that weed without too much drama.
|Elmo (26596km): |
JP SLW, NP RSR 5.8m, NP RSX MWS Fear inducer.
Location: Mandurah Hellfire Club.
Today the planets all alligned, Got my work done in the morning and the phone didn't go off in the afternoon, so barring any other calamities a sail was on the cards.
With the spring tide Dawesville would be the go, the wind was offshore but the Bouvard sailing club seemed to be ticking along alright.
Stropp made the call for going small (thank you Stropp).
Now we'll just have a musical interlude' to the tune of a popular Christmas Carrol.
On the first day with boardies my waistline said to me.
You fat basket, you'll need your larger boardies.
After a quick change of boardies to ones I could do up, We ventured out.
A longer wade than normal almost out to Toms Boat, up hauled and chugged out went AOT on the way out when hit by a very short swirly gust which hit me and then let me fall. Finally got out to some wind instant acceleration up on the foil into the strap's only to sail 60m into the Helffire zone where I got the first of my spankings and a nice mast chop on the nose of the board.
Sailed back, kinda in control, went back out only to get spanked again, bloddy 5.8m is way to big for when the bullets hit, The shore looks pretty inviting.
Back at shore I was happy to find that STropp had also been in the club just not made any dents in the water. So we proctrastinated for a while watching the smoke plume from the burning of change direction and theorised that the wind may back off a knot or five (please pretty please).
Eventualy I talked myself into going out again, getting to my kit I found a small tear in the sails main panel (she'll be right), went out again, twas a touch lighter (I have to believe it was) got going up on the foill Woo hoo, oh dear here come a bullet mmmmmmuuuummmmyyyyy wish I had've rigged smaller point it up wind as much as I can splatt, bugger!
Lets try that again, Splatt Bugger!!
And again Splatt Bugger!!!!
And again with feeling this time oh Look theres a bigger bullet, upwind upwind almost straight into the wind Splatt Bugger!!!!
Oh look, the split in the sail has gotten bigger, thats a good enough excuse for me, time to head for shore.
Great session, my arse is sore and red raw from the spankings I've got a dent in my board and a tor sail.
Who cares???? I got to wear Boardies (the larger ones) and I learnt how not to foil overpowered.
|fangy (16178km): |
I was pretending to study when I got a bit concerned that I hadn’t been unfairly sledged by Boz and his cohort of Undesirables. I charged down the front of the estater to see Boz and Splatchat attempting to mow my grass. When I say grass, I mean weed. And when I say mow, I mean bludgeon it to death with pieces of mono film, carbon and the odd body part.
Being a massively caring and kind sort of bloke, I found it was just too much to witness such a display of dedication and sacrifice to a hopeless cause, without feeling the need to go and give them some helpful advice. I decided to give the FF22 a crack in the old Mistral Flow, pinned in the KaR 7.1, and then take a punt on it all working. It did, but I reckon its the top end of the FF22, at least in my hands. Once again I am surprised at the max speed. It didn’t feel that anymore than mid twenties sort of fast. For the most part I was just playing Moses with the weed, but feeling more draggy than Priscilla on each run. However, I am beginning to suspect this old board might be reasonably quick and it’s a hoot to turn to boot.
I went for a wander about as best I could. The tide was just way too low and there was so much snot it was like a Kindergarten in winter. I could not find a path through the weed to try and string together some decent runs. I haven’t had a trip around the handlebars this season, but today I felt like I was dancing with devil and my time was about to run out each passage through the outer edge of the weed bank where the solid bergs lie. The threat of imminent catastrophe must concentrate the mind because it was then I realised, what’s the hardest decade for a Pinna?
Primary School Grade 2.
Or so it would seem because despite some pretty obvious signage advising them to keep out due to quarantine problems with an infestation, they both had been on the patch for quite some time.
Jonski and Fin joined me to help clean out our Boz beetle infestation. Jonski was seriously effective. In fact he became so effective, he joined in smacking the weed as well. Having beaten a good chunk of my crop into submission, he decided to take on Planet Earth. At the close of play, the score was, Earth 1, Jonski 0.
As per the last few days, the breeze started to wane around 4 ish, so I headed for home before I got caught with another walk of shame and Blue Manna welcoming parade. Once on shore it was great to have a chat to the master of Duct Tape sail design and Three Piece Masts himself. In contrast, Splatchat was too embarrassed at his poor form trespassing on the hallowed turf and hid down the far end. But despite the lack of gentlemanly conduct from those two, it was defo a Top Ten Fangy Day.
Coodanup, WA, AU