I’m (unseen) on the leeward (port) side fighting the foresail. I was trimming that day. I can tell you, I was getting wet…soaking damn wet…almost knocked off the boat wet, and I was wearing a harness. This was a fast and powerful boat, and she would take everything out of you. As you can see, we had some “meat” on the high side, but not enough. She would take you all the way to your limits. Masthead rig, as opposed to Fractional. All said and done, we had ten of us on her, and we couldn’t tame her. When we popped the chute downwind, it was all about hanging on and watching everything. It was a small boat, a Wavelength 30, but she had a temper. I’m telling you, it took at least ten people to calm her down in a good blow, but she would haul ass if you treated her right, and got her balanced out. Hell, I guess she had too much sail, or we flew too much sail. Probably the latter.
Anyway, we took some girlie girls for a ride on occasion…they did not come back for more, none of ‘em. They said that (and we were) was fucking crazy, and couldn’t possibly believe anyone would want to do that. One of ‘em once, needed some stitches, and we were going to sew her up…and she flipped all the way out. I mean she really lost her shit…couldn’t stand the sight of her blood. Went absolutely ballistic on us. Hell, one of the crew was a MD, doing his internship at a local hospital in the emergency room…he knew how to clean and sew. Never saw her again. I think she was a tad bit traumatized, but she did go get some stitches at a hospital. It was just her hand.
I wouldn’t know, but I’ve been told that riding a sailboat in a good blow in like riding a wild ass bronco. I’ve never ridden a bull, but I’ve ridden some sailboats that made me want to talk to The Maker.
This picture doesn’t do her justice, but it’s the only one I can find right now.
Too much fun…I still loves me some VOODOO.