Here's what's great about Texas...well, Austin: We're still sailing.
Very nice little sail today. The winds were 20 knots gusting to 32 (true). Nothing crazy, just breezy.
As I mentioned elsewhere, we currently have a 4hp OB on the Smacktanic
, which is woefully wimpy. On the way out of the marina, pushing into 25 knots of wind, the bow kept wanting to fall off and the motor couldn't compensate. We barely clawed away from the rocks of the lee shore. Must get bigger motor.
We threw up a reefed main and beat into the wonderfully fresh breeze. The sun was shining, it was in the high 70's. Things were nice.
We kept seeing this boat with a hopped up main (above) laying over with the gusts (full main and maybe 70% of their headsail). On the one hand, I gave them a mental fist bump for pulling down the FC rail dip, on the other the fact that they weren't really controlling the boat made me very embarrassed for them. I mean c'mon, you do actually have to sail.
After a while, they came back around and snuck past us (we were still under reefed main only). It was a nice looking boat so I yelled over my scotch and asked what it was. A Pearson Flyer they responded as they laid over on their side again despite 6 people on the rail and ran over a buoy. I face-palmed. It was, however, a fast boat. I was stoked.
So, out came the 150 and we started chasing them. What a day!
Nothing crazy. Nothing deserving of a BFS. But a hell of a lot of fun sailing in big wind and chillin'.
A year ago, this would have been a BFS. Now, it was kind of the perfect day.
I love 30 knots and flat water.
PS - For the whiney-ass doubters: