fangy (23414km):
1825 days ago I have defrosted enough to post some words but the numbers are too hard. Or more accurately, my GPS that had fallen down between the car seats on the drive home is still there because I am too lazy to try and extract it just yet.
Sunday was fab to be on water with such a big mob of lunatics in that weather, even if they were mostly Peskys. As usual, probably too much gas bagging and not enough sailing on my part.
Overall it was a bit of a mixed bag of a day for me. It was the first Boombas outing for my fancy schmancy quick release towball on the Kommandantmobile. The towball worked a treat, but the bloody fat rear tyres on the beast floated around on the gravel quite bit more than the previous car. After the initial Tokyo drift on the first corner, a far more delicate touch with the right foot and far more attention was the order of the day.
Once on the water I used my mechanical uni for the first time. It was noticeably harsher in the chop, but not enough to be an issue. Back to the tyres again, it felt like swapping to low profile tyres after having gotten used to some balloon boulevard cruisers. Definitely a firmer/harsher and more direct ride. One unexpected advantage was the ability to manoeuvre the board when I was in the water. The limited movement of the universal kept the board in position and less likely to flip etc.
I was also keen to try out a few different experimental fin profiles and compare them. They were all variations on a FF24, but with finer max chord thickness that was also moved back, along with different leading edge radius. At the end of the day I pretty well learnt nothing because the water state and wind strength changed too much between fin pit stops to be an even playing field.
One of the fins was pretty disappointing and was continually spinning out. By that stage I was overpowered and back hand heavy, but it still was a bit of a surprise at how rubbish the fin performed. I stopped to catch my breath ( I.e. fell off ) and checked the fin. It was hanging by its rear bolt only. Apparently attempting to cleave my way across some limestone on the shore in the first bay had done a bit more damage than I thought. With fingers crossed really tightly, I managed to nurse it back home before it failed entirely.
I am not sure why, perhaps I spent too much time in the water, but I got really cold and even with booties on, I had to look down and see where my footstraps were because I couldn’t feel my feet. My hands didn’t fare much better, and when it came time to make the decision to change down or pack up, there was not a lot of argument that a warm car ride home wasn’t looking really good. And to finish an exciting day out, came the news that Gladys COVID management strategy will possibly mean including Mandurah as part of the Greater Sydney area… Ho hum here we go again.
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