Post by windkid on Nov 30, 2010 18:39:40 GMT -5
It was a Tuesday morning much like any other. I was clawing my way up a slope make of coffee to something resembling consciousness. The day looked like a wash, wind but blanketing rain the whole day. So I put my nose to the grindstone. Around 9 am my cell phone rang. I had just reprimanded my second in command and several employees for being narcissist nabobs interested only in their next fleeting pleasure and unwilling to commit and do what was necessary to sustain a business in today’s brutal economic climate when my cell phone rang. It was Jimmy King, fired up heading out to Geneva. “Ummm yes Mr. King we can ship those tomorrow no problem.” I deftly left the office. “What the hell Jim, it’s pouring out there.” I said with the poise of a crack addict. “Man it’s nuking’ at Seneca and the rain’s backing off!” Merde, ummm I gotta work Jimmy, let me know how it goes. “Yes Mr. King I can guarantee the quality.”
d**n, caught in the pincers of a conspicuous contradiction of my own making.!” Forget it, I forgot who said it but, “Hypocrisy is the hobgoblin of non windsurfers.” So after analysis the chances of hitting the water in what appeared to be a rainless window around 1 and looking at the sensor averaging 32 from Canandaigua I decided it was time to take the Bull by the horns. “Uh I gotta go to Staples, I think we’re out of toner.”
So I book it and load up. Call Jimmy for an update. “Man, it’s 2.5 out there, I’m done. Hell and I can’t find my keys.” “What do you mean you can’t find your keys, you’re a windsurfer, you got to have an extra set stuffed somewhere, I mean you’re ADHD we all are, you got to have a back up plan!” For a brief moment I consider bailing him out but,….”Man that sucks Jim, I wish I could help but I’m stuck at work.” So I call the K man, dry suit king, da Jones. “Ken, I’m heading out to Canandaigua, the rain has let up and its blowing like stink.” “Yea ok, well I’m working on my living will.” “What,,, no no it’s not that windy, come on I’ll need a zip, no no I mean it would be great to see you man.” “Yea well maybe.”
So I get to Canandaigua. It’s screaming, but warm . Rig my 4.2 with enough downhaul that the draft is now forward of the mast. Meanwhile some guy with a camera with a ens the size of a Rhino horn walks up to me and asks if he can take some pictures of me rigging up. “Uh sure, why not.?” So this guy from the Messenger starts taking photos of my boom, sail, board like it’s a photo session with Carmen Electra. This is truly weird. On his knees snapping away at the nose of my RRD, yea it’s nice board but this is not right.
So I rid myself of this guy during the suit up, apparently he's not interested in I disagree. I'm in my wet suit because no one around to give me a zip Thanks Ken. Anyway I hit the lake, 4.2 85 liter board , S wind, no rain 50 degree air, heaven….well sorta. Somewhere way down on the South end of Canandaigua lives a troll. This evil nemesis to windsurfers has his hairy hand on the on and off valve for all the wind playing the lake. He sees me, he pulls the handle, I sink to sand level, in a lull so obviously malicious I can only swear through the bubbles of that pristine pound. Ok I know I’m supposed to review this from a windsurfing perspective so here’s the take without the juice.
I switched to my 93 liter JP to handle the lulls. The chop was not an issue so there was no point in the smaller board. Sailed for about two hours, I won’t prevaricate is was a lot of fun. Wore mittens but held the boom with bare hands comfortably. The due South wind was just the ticket,, no complaints, missed my fellow air heads out there.
Cheers!
