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11th May 2006
Windsurfing: Brog
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Tony's Report Race 2 Report for 11th May
Yet another balmy early summer evening. Your lake manager is seen pacing
the Croquet field wielding a mallet and glaring remorselessly at the newly
sprouting leaves on the trees behind him. “Did that leaf move then?” He
Asks!
Yes you’ve guessed it Brogborough Lake is missing the one vital
ingredient ‘WIND’!
By 6 O’clock, there is a faint movement in the tops of the trees as a
very light northerly has kicked in (I’ll re phrase that to ‘Drifted
in’). For some God only reason a few brave souls elect to race (I’ll re
phrase that to ‘Drift’) With five minutes to go the wind shifts to the
NE. This meant the start line was now in a complete becalmed patch that
resembled a mirror. Not to be daunted Dave Lewis, Dave Skye, Tim Davies,
Graham Willey (Sig), Chris Foreman and your intrepid reporter took to the
water in a brave attempt to make the start line. Other onlookers (that were
many) opted out, Mark Fowlers entourage in the shape of his now four Girly
harem refused on block to play, so Mark declined the challenge as well. (No
fun to be had out there, so why bother) The Phil’s both refused to
partake, so Eeyore chewed remorselessly on a Thistle while waiting to start
the race, even defending champion and current leader Mike (I’ll plane in
anything) George couldn’t see the point and declined the challenge!
The moment of truth had come. Eeyore spat a particularly prickly bit and
blew the whistle. Your Lake Manager who had inadvertently made the line
right on time, shot into an early lead (when I say shot, this is relative
to a snail picking up speed). Overawed by this momentous occasion, he
cracked under pressure and drifted backwards over the start line again. Tim
took advantage of Tony’s sudden unexpected departure from the battle
field and took over the mantle of the lead, with Dave Lewis meandering
along just behind.
Meanwhile back at the start line things were hotting up! Tony was making
another stab at the line, finding the port tack impossible, he tried the
starboard approach by way of a variation. Admittedly he was now going in
the wrong direction, but who cares for he could now scream “STARBOARD”
at Chris who was valiantly making a bid for the line on port. What
followed, watch by the enthralled watchers on the bank was a strange slow
motion waltz by two would be racers as they joined together and circled
round and round. Almost graceful in its own way, though what it had to do
with racing God only knows.
Meanwhile up front Tim had reached the first mark, rounded it and then for
some reason known only to himself, threw done his sail in what appeared to
be some sort of victory celebration (Does he think he’s won?) “It’s
one lap Tim not one leg!”
Dave took the opportunity to drift by and then pump his way down to the
next mark, while Tim wrestled to get his bit of cloth out of the water
again.
Back at the start things were happening (all be it very slowly) Chris had
disentangled himself from his dance partner and had set off in pursuit.
Dave Skye was now making his bid for the start line, while Tony had
reverted to Impressions; he was now demonstrating an Iguana stalking its
prey. Two steps forward three steps back. Graham having found that he had
drifted too far downwind of the start mark dropped his sail and paddled
back upwind ( Not sure on race rules here, surely this isn’t legal?), but
then again it is Graham, he never does anything within the rules on a
Thursday night!
So as Graham makes the start line Tony realise that there is nobody left to
play with, so retires gracefully from the field of battle, only to find
that the BBQ had gone out, so it was just as well he never had started. God
forbid if the food had not been ready! Doesn’t bare thinking about.
On the water the race ground remorselessly on. Tim though only a few yards
behind Dave realise that that few yards represented about ten minutes in
real time at the speed they were travelling . The whole thing came to a
very boring conclusion as Dave Lewis crawled across the line first, Tim
second, Chris despite his earlier dance came third, while Graham drifted
past Dave to snatch 4th, leaving Mr Skye to prop up the back in 5th
Can you call that enjoyable? Well you will have to ask them
I KNOW WHAT I THINK!
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