I must admit, really light airs eventually drives me bonkers, absolute dead calm drives me muttering up the proverbial wall. If the wind goes completely away, most likely you'll see me desperately trying to get back to the club (though in my very occasional forays into a Laser, I did win a drift fest two years ago in a TESOD race). The absolute serene, chatty, religious joy of this following small boat sailor sitting in a glassy calm, Force 0 as he calls it, has me wondering; what part of his brain gives him the ability to savor a moment that would have me desperately paddling for shore?
Quote of the day......."It's (the gravel pit) very deep, I should know...virtually been to the bottom of it when I forgot my life jacket"
Painting the Kurbmaster
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