OK, so last sunday I am about to enter the marina after sailing in 2o knot winds....
A beautifull sail, that slowed down towards the end of the day as the wind died to 10 knots.....
We're coming in around 3 pm, when suddenly.....right in front of my eyes....it crossed my bow, paying no attention to priorities or rules of the sea....
Don't believe me...look bellow....
I moved to the bow and yelled CD!!!!!! CDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is that you??? but no answer...it wasn't CD........somone else maybe....Cam??? no??..SD??? no...no training
wheels....so who could it be????
Next thing I will need to make my stay complete in this World is a flying pig......
Mast fully raked backwards....shrouds shaking in the wind...power full...hanging
fenders...
A true sailor I may gather....yes....
It crossed the Atlantic....it crossed the Atlantic...life will never be the same....
(*) Disclaimer: The mention of Macgreggor crafts, by the writer of this post, his family and associations, does not imply his dislike for such vessel. The poster hereby disclaims any possible remark arriving form the misinterpretation of this post, and reserves the right to dispute in an European Union court of law.
Furthermore, the use of the word Mac, was only used to imply a fast vessel on water, moved by internal combustion engine, or by kinetic application of cold moving masses of air.
Any possible verbal confrontations related to or applied by owners and or associations of owners of Macgreggor vessels will be ignored.
Sin City, Liquor all day, Poker all night...Lake Mead & Channel Islands, So Cal
Linear Mode
