I race on yachts on Mondays and Thursdays in the summer. So when I got the text message that Nickel Coin was not sailing I want round the office looking for a ride.
My mate Adrian was happy to have an extra pair of hands to help as the weather looked iffy. He also sailed a Scorpion in his youth so he offered to look at the 2M bit of rope before the race.
The missing shackle was from the kicking strap paraphernalia so we jury rigged it with a bit of string to trace the ropes. That sorted that load of rope so the covers went back on and we went off to have a race.
We had left it late so we rushed to the start line jeering at Cloe for having 2 reefs in her main. Well the furling genoa blew out and the main was too big. It was rough and I am covered in bruises from the gusty winds throwing the boat about.
We managed to put a second reef in and pull the genoa in but the race was lost :+(
Over a beer in the club house we talked about the 1 million remaining ropes. Phil S split his tiller so he retired. He therefore gained a valuable "war story" for future use. I told him of my acquisition and he said great one more boat taking the club cadets out on Friday. Remember there are still 1 million ropes to sort out AAAArgggg.
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