Originally Posted by hamburking
Sailing is one of the safest sports around. If a sailor dies, its big news. You are much more likely to die in a car, any day of the week.
Live large or go home. No do-overs.
five friends one night, on the way back from a darts match. A coach went into the back of them, and boom, the fuel tank
another two in the front seat of a car, when ice spat them over a hedge at the side of a fair drop. A friend sat in the middle of two girls in the back saved them, by throwing his arms out sideways, but that meant he went forward and headbutted the gearstick, for a bit of brain damage (he lived, was a completely different person after, but still a great guy) plus two broken arms.
Lost others practicing for car rallying, and similar type stuff. Strangely, never lost a friend on a motorbike. Loads of broken bones, several close to death, but not a single
Have a blast, you never know where or when your ticket gets punched.
+1 on that Tartan, I like it.
As for the Atomic (they are supposed to be good), if they have a dingy with an outboard
, and the Atomic fails, as there are two of them, they can lash the dingy to the side, and use that to motor
to a mooring
Had to do that once with a friends boat, which had a really spiteful and temperamental two stroke inboard, no matter how nice you treated it, it was only a question of time before it threw a wobbler. We had to go about 30 miles to get onto the mooring
I was amazed we made about 5 knots (this with a Macwester 26, which isn't exactly a lightweight) with a 2.2hp Tohatsu outboard
, and it proved great on fuel
(I was convinced we would have to siphon some out of the 2 stroke
tank for the inboard, but we still had a half gallon or so left when we got back).
We might have made 5.5 knots if Steve hadn't been embarrassed at the thought of sailing onto the mooring without the sails
up all the way.
Managed to loop round the harbour and hit the mooring first attempt too. Talk about chuffed.
PS. we had quite a welcoming committee and audience for this arrival at the mooring (it was friend Bill's mooring, and he wasn't going to put his boat back in the water
for another month or two, and having Steve's boat on it meant we could all get some sailing in while Bill's boat was having work done on it). Bill had asked Steve what time we were leaving his mooring (tricky estuary, had to get out while things were just right, and Steve somehow managed to stick the boat on the sandbar so I had to tow it off with the dingy which took quite a bit of time and effort, and I think hitting the sandbar got the inboard into a really foul mood), so had roughly estimated our time of arrival at his mooring, and as a nice surprise for Steve, had arranged for us to have a meal together at the pub overlooking the harbour. The pub owned by another of our close friends, the harbourmaster. Steve and myself, of course, having no idea that a countdown timer with the harbourmaster for our arrival, had now been established.
Well to cut a long story short, despite superb weather
conditions, the Coastguard being alerted and our course being in easy viewing distance from the shore, it boggles the mind to consider this really, but with loads of people up and down the coast looking for us, nobody could see us. We couldn't hear a thing on the radio
either, which was definitely on, and definitely on the right channel (might have been the extremely unusual weather
conditions for Britain, as it was very sunny, very clear, and very warm - a great day to be out on the water).
So they sent the lifeboat out, and they couldn't find us either (it beats me where they must have been looking, we didn't see another boat all the way up the coast, and it was crystal clear to the horizon, without a cloud in the sky). So getting the Big Mac onto the mooring with style and elegance, became a bit of an essential. We were less than a mile form the mooring, when a fishing
boat radio'd that they had spotted us approaching the harbour, so the lifeboat came out, and escorted us in. All clear as a bell on the yacht radio.
Steve had to buy everyone at least two drinks in the harbourmasters pub after, and he did buy me more than two (as did Bill, and as did the harbourmaster). It was a day the harbourmaster always reminded us about after, and I am sure it was his hint to Steve that it was his round.