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Tim Member  Member#: 238 Location: Registered: 01-06-2003 Diary Entries: 343 Mood: Not enough time to do it all. |
9th June 2005 Windsurfing: Brog Mirror Lake Wind Direction: Wind Stength: 5mph! Surf / Sea State: 0.1mm chop Air Temperature: 20 Sea Temperature: 14 Weather: Cloudy Max Speed: Distance Covered: Racing 9th June Wind force 1 Temp 20 degrees Thursday Night Racing June 9th Five windsurfers girded their loins before attacking the race in a howling force 1. There had been little wind all day, no I’ll re phrase that “There had been no wind all day”, when a whisper or two freshened from the North. There was just enough wind for those who wished to crucify there backs and arms as they pumped their way round the course on Boards that Noah would think twice about using. Other participant’s whimped out on the grounds that it all looked too much like hard work. As the whistle went for the start Dave Lewis drifted into an early lead, Tim Davis went in pursuit, while John Andel meandered along in third. Meanwhile on the start line it was becoming blatantly clear that Clive Blass was under instructions from those on the bank, to forget the race and concentrate on one thing only. Knobble Tony the Lake Manager! He immediately drifted down onto his victim using some sort of freestyle move to achieve the desired collision he intended and they wandered down the start line locked in some sort of grim embrace (similar to two matchsticks in a tea cup) Out front the battle was on, Dave and Tim were neck and neck while John seemed to have been unstressed by his opponents and just drifted along in third, Tony had edged away from Clive but could still see the evil look in his eyes. At the windward mark Tim edged past Dave, all be it briefly, both seeming to have a difference of opinion as to which side to put the sail on the dead downwind run to the next mark. Close to the mark Tim lost what little wind there was, Dave caught a puff and with some desperate pumping drew away. At the windward mark Dave had got a considerable lead over his advisory, while John still meandered along in third. Behind him Tony had put in a bad tack and Clive had closed again, aware that yet again he was in a position to ram the lake manager. Tony bore down on him screaming “Starboard you Bastered” Clive for his part had no intention what so ever to adhering to any strange seafaring jargon and continued on his merry way ramming his quarry a amidships. As the two of them bore off down wind it became a pumping battle for the finish line. Dave crossed the finish line first with Tim a close second. John seemed to be in a sort of daze as he drifted towards the finish, unaware of the battle behind him. There was loads of whooshing of sails as the two fought to the line, there was little in the way of technique, but ten out of ten for effort. All too late John realised these dervishes behind him were catching him fast. Clive shot over the line third while Tony and John were locked together as they crossed the line. The race officer allegedly declared John had scraped home fourth while Tony came last. Personally I think the whole race was rigged! Ps The Lake manager was later seen stomping up the bank and rummaging in his draws for the RYA racing rules, and could be seen muttering to himself :- “There’s no such bloody rule as 46 B section A, I’M GOING TO GET YOU” “Clive I want a word with you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” |
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