|fangy (18735km): |
The Scud and I chucked in at Wamba Rd at about lunchtime. He was keen to try out the new-to-him RRD Red Rooter coupled with a leftover tail fin from Virgin Australia’s fleet. I was keen to see wherever he was gonna get burg smashed. The Scud blasted off first and as per usual we got over there in next to no time. The river mouth moguls were brutal, but the mid estuary chop lines were big enough to be good fun running down for what seemed like ages.
I went the Barge II and Koncept 6.6, FF24. I was worried about being skunked a long way from home, so had to suffer being on a board that too big for the conditions for the privilege of knowing I could float home. The other big drawback was by the time I caught up to the Scud again, the Red Rooter had already struck a decent blow. Unfortunately, our family Miss Universe contestant was starting to look like the Elephant Man, having been on the receiving end of a decent burg induced catapult. The Red Rooter hadn’t escaped unscathed either and was now sporting a flesh wound on the nose too. By crikey, I was bloody annoyed to have missed that carnage. But I didn’t let it ruin the arvo. Huey did a decent job and I generally just sailed until I was too shagged at the end of each run and had to sit down for a little Nanna nap. I am obscenely low on sailing fitness.
Come mid arvo I was as empty as a leso’s battery pack and looking to scoot back home. I waited for a squall to arrive and tried to ride it home. The Scud had the same idea and I followed him home until I got about halfway, when a bullet then tested the what strength I had left. The Scud powered through it. I got smacked and flattened like a dropped pancake. Happily, I discovered I was standing on the spoil island, so I just had the wait for a minute or two and then rejoined the chase.
After a hectic crash and bash back, we congratulated ourselves on timing it absolutely perfectly, as Huey disappeared for tea and scones somewhere. Unfortunately the Scud has killed my Canmore and so is GPS-less until the Motion loggers arrive, however his Garmin gave him a 30 plus max and the Red Rooter Mantle of Supremacy has come to pass…
Still a Top Ten Fangy day tho..:-)