Should kiters be banned from poley speed-strips ?

elmo said...

Peoples one and all

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Most people think that speed sailing is simply blasting back and forth fast, it's not.

You start out by finding the flattest water on the windiest day and then go as fast as you can.

Great good job, now go back to your car pack up your gear and rig a much bigger sail a slalom sail. Put away that wave board , get a fast freeride or slalom board, put a pointer on it.

Go out again and go as fast as you can

Great good job, but you are still going square to the wind, you'll never go fast like that.

Start bearing away, wow you are going faster now cool still not fast enough though.

Start bearing away even more, damn the sails running out of grunt.
Back to the car, Rig an even bigger sail.

Woo hoo we're going quick now but the fins offering to much drag, back to the car put a smaller one on the board.

Now start bearing of the wind even more, oh that's interesting having the wind come over your rear shoulder rather than straight behind you.

Wow we're now going down wind over the back of chop with a small fin skipping from chop to chop.

We want to go quicker still, time for the speed board, time for some absorbent undies.

You fire this puppy up and let it fly it feels like you are sliding on ice, flying down wind, skipping over chop with a f'ken big sail and a skinny little board designed for going fast in a straight line praying that you don't cavitate the tiny fin under your feet whilst trying to hang onto a sail which is trying all the time to launch you as far away from it as possible.

You see the gust of death coming for you just down the run, do you stand up or do you go, you've taken that big can of HTFU before you've gone out, you lean back into the harness even more, you trim the board flat and you point further down wind and with a big grin on your face (Huey hates to see fear) you wait for the acceleration.

The gust is worst than you thought when it hit's, Oh Blessed mother of acceleration "I'm gonna die" you hang on a grit you teeth some more, and on occasion clench your freckle a bit tighter.
You come out the back of the run heart running a million miles an hour, you've survived.
You've done it!!! a new personal best it's taken you over 6 months to do it, a YYYYYyeeeeeehhhhhhhaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh escapes your mouth

The next run you will do it all again and try to go even faster

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waveslave said...

A poley speed-strip is like a watery railroad......
The speeding poley is the bullet-train.
This loco has no brakes or steering.....
It can't turn or switch tracks.
The nutjob driver is obsessed with speed.....
He's racing along a hot rail-to-hell.
There's no giving way.
No way.
But the thing is.....
Most train-lines are fenced to keep stray animals off the tracks.
If the playing field is wide open,
free-range chicken is the game.
lol.