fangy (22687km):
2860 days ago A fun splash and crash with Slugger and a few other sailors at Fangyland. Slugger you can stop reading here as it doesn't get any better for you.
It appears all is not well in the the Kingdom of Hardenup. King Stretch is distracted by unrest on the southern border trying to keep out those drug dealing, job stealing Albantarticans. The King is busy not only planning his the Great Stretchy Wall, but also how to convince the Albantarticans that it is in their best interest to pay for it. To complicate matters the fair and just Fangyland to the north, is enjoying too much prosperity for his liking. The King resolves to send his feared Special Forces Operative: Special Agent Slugmeister (SAS) to investigate and sabotage at will.
I parked the chariot at the Hook and was immediately wracked with indecision as to whether to go 6.6 or 7.5. It was too much for the 7.5 but I was expecting things to calm down. At this point SAS ploughed his way across the carefully manicured lawns and immediately commenced Operation Fangyf**kup.
SAS was a master of deception and before I knew it he had my sail and my Fangyfin24 on his board ready to defile those hallowed waters. Seeing that SAS had gone for the too small Ka Race5.5, I was confident that the wind would now back several knots. It didn’t. And I got smashed around the ring, more like Mundine than Elton John you understand, for the rest of the day.
The first order of the day was to point out the no go zones. I was happily sailing along pointing them out to SAS when I realised the man has the eyesight of brick. Being the host with the most, I promptly sailed into the sandbank at a reasonable clip in order to make a big enough splash for SAS to notice. He did, but the chap showed immensely poor form by laughing, rather than make any attempt to roll me back over and push me out to deeper water. My small catapult resulted in the boom head line snapping, rendering me dead in the water. Taking the opportunity to spread more mayhem SAS charged off and left me to crochet together a repair to get me back to shore.
I limped back to shore and promptly fixed the lines. The thought did cross my mind that I should change down as I was overpowered just like South Australia isn’t. My forearms were already on fire, but as per usual, poor judgement and laziness won through. More downhaul was as far as I got.
The day had all the hallmarks of being a decent splash. But SAS stepped up his campaign of hearts and minds by increasing his poor form. He spent the next while sailing better than me on my own kit. It was worse than passing the port to the right at the dinner table. Now, not only were my arms cooked like a crematorium, my head was totally messed up with the lack of gentlemanly behaviour from SAS. All this despite my own efforts to set a decent standard. I sulked for a while. Actually quite a while. Then spat the dummy and decided to go home. I followed SAS back up the course, but at this point he dealt the evil ace in his hand of deception and decay.
My boom disintegrated.
A cobbled together a repair that got me back to shore and I went to my trailer, found another dummy, and spat it instead.
At this point Kingdom of Hardenup's version of a Scud missile came into to inwardly gloat on a job exceedingly well done.
He is now banned.
Top Ten Fangy Day and good fun with Slugger despite the carnage.
Both of our FangyFin24’s behaved nicely and the only thing to escape unscathed.
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. Bonus she end up adding 1.5 knots to my speed.. Good time with only few of us out. Very gusty and shifty on the first part..
