were nine boats take to the water last Sunday, at Anzio, on the occasion of the re -departure trapattonianamente understanding of local campinvernale, with several absences and a return!
The weather conditions are hellish cold pork + Patana .. then the situation improves slightly, but only to the second aspect.
You go into the water a little later than expected, the field is not too far, especially given that blows air from the NE, then the ground, and looked very, very ballerina.
Prime as the Laser, then it's up to us.
will say then .. I was not exactly that alert .. that the departure was at the mark, we've got a boat and the buoy was still more than half of the line .. but the situation was more confusing than it seemed.
Already it is clear that the very first lines will be a day of violent headaches, and there will be oscillates 5kt at least 10 °, continuously, and without a rhythm .. or at least without an apparent rhythm .. Despite this, Vanda, finding a door stop, amidships on him, we lose the opportunity to speak too soon .. and of certain things, you know, do not leave unpunished ..
From start out early the Magnificent and the NDZ, and will remain so going to close the test with a detachment of the Bible, such as a side .. I wonder if you are bored or not .. maybe you bring to read.
Behind, anything goes, from the start: the fleet is fairly evenly opens, apart AndreaK SilviaP and the angle you shoot Ponza, then the fleet closes and opens again, accordion, and with every movement steps are altered, with the above which half the side had lost and the buoy instead will be there again.
not remember how to turn, but not well, as I remember well the Cicciz that emerge from left and fly away and I remember that I have the bow, otherwise known as No. 3, the preparation had already frozen hands .. and wondered when we would come back .. but not for this did not make her, indeed!
We leave for the stern with a jibe: those in front are drawn, and far, already there is nothing to lose .. I'll know then that seemed permanently lost from the front .. and instead the first crossing, the gap with those now before us is reabsorbed .. and I begin to suspect that there are only odd turns of wind, but also significant turns of current in a flat sea, were it not for a very long wave train left, from SE.
the leeward mark we are there, in back of the group that follows the usual fugitives, a puraformalità!
With no little relief that I decided pointing out those on the right side of the field, the water seems to me most marked on the left, and we take that part, steering scarsoni in which the oscillations continue to be embarrassing.
Halfway hand to eye, we took the entire group, with Cicciz, far to the right, who seem on the verge of pushing down .. whole group with the exception of a sparrow in a state of grace, that despite the overall displacement of 180kg of him and Nicholas, flies out to center field, hit, single, the final step, which prepares the third turning point, strictly in second place, albeit with a dangerously thinned advantage.
We left very badly wrong, it is true that jump, but at least something there.
approached the buoy we emerge from under the neuron's, which just pass right in front of tack and come between us and the mark .. and yet, inexplicably, veering left to push us to turn .. bad luck (they) want in that moment, the rotation is right-left, then push us into the good, and when both riviriamo for us is good again .. elliptical way of saying that few have cashed two in a row with a score low lengths from the mark, and only because of what we are ahead at the mark a couple of lengths, with No. 3 now that the cazza sparatanga ears with the hands because no longer receive any answers!
The stern ends in glory race unclean sometimes drops completely, sometimes not.
We do this to stretch out on BabyFace and France, in a fleeting moment of grace we induce a terrible strizzone in sparrows, which will be directed back to the stern, emulating our every move .. in the sense that when I scratched my nose if I scratched too!
from behind, meanwhile, grow back and AK SilviaP, fast, infiocinano over by the neurons and are doing that with giving up the bird in front of me and I dedicate everything to them.
side is long, you understand that the race will be even much more. Seeing them get
began to luff, we tack on the right, a dozen lengths we are being hit by a blast (have been 5kt ..) seems to be missing them, is left, we walk down to the mark, they must stay on if the burst had avoided Passerrottino we could even make him the feathers .. sparrows and instead took it, never mind, we have a little 'air on his pursuers, who gybed inward, and strange, yet I instinctively, while the bird continues to rest without losing much speed, embarrassing, dangerous and suicidal , although not enough.
To approach the buoy, it takes two jibes with the air continues to decline, and those behind it have begun to close.
Coupon tack left to the mark, I'm Ruben and David tack right, they made a stern straight and fast as a downhill, a seeding in the wake smoccolante Vanda, calling them pass water with a plaster of gentlemen ' other times, and instead of jibe in front, remaining between me and the mark, they go to the right of lay .. risky, but with what little air there is not so, since we have to do two jibes while their single, all with the latest blasts have brought AK and Silvia P practically lay-line and behind them, very attached, the neuron's imperishable.
but I do not know if it is clear from the 3rd to 6th place will decide everything in the final Stocchetti, and as always, with the contribution of non-free one, but two 555!
the leeward mark, the last before the final Stocchetti, Ruben and David, run a length ahead, and pull straight towards the finish line and 2555 side by side, with the leeward of the other two that starts to luff, planting both ..
Seeing malaparata stick around, even with the outside pole, immediately after the mark: I can walk by apparent, and the two begin to drift 555, sucking in Ruben and David ..
With the weak air and waste, all those running the buoy and are done under, are hooked by the tractor beam of the two 555 that are screwed together with Ruben and David.
We manage to keep us loose just enough to get fresh air, and when we become "tree in beam (using an old-fashioned diction), we can extend some degree, not more, for fear of losing the apparent, giving a contribution to the bubble is not just wind down, while Ruben and David tarnga to be covered, so that upwind, and risparare tanga, finally saved by the bubble of nothing, but behind, just not over yet because it comes the turn of AK and Silvia P, too much under the 555 compared to neurons, which barely managed to find air cleaner tie the Collection Account in the stern just ended, managing to re-pass just in time! So basically a 3k
hedges .. and I guess it does not serve to explain what the puddle behind the thicket, the metaphor!
arrival is so cold that my bow is so glad that's right for clapping, but only manages to beat the elbows, the rest hanging now inert, it is clear that, apart from a possible second test, it is time to come, and in a hurry .. so to speak, because the second test there, but the return is a long and cold beat, with the air port in the end virtually all chance the current pushed inside. Coming away from the arrival
I feel a trail of dirty words without "r" .. and I have a measure of how Vanda has paid dearly for his arrogance at the beginning of the race .. and now, as the helmsman who is serious, if the course is taking with No. 4, for the opportunity to call him the bow .. poor after Riga, Vanda .. sooner or later we will find a helmsman "normal"!
Cicci's come off well, unhappy with the result overshadowed by the second upwind leg, but much less amminchiati, since they run the risk of not arriving in time for racing!
A hot shower for all the earth, siggillamento boats, and tour of pizza offered by runner .. actually offered us wanted to drink, but was seen as providing (photo below ..)
.. we have preferred for pizza ..
.. none the less our tried to pose as "straw" in all possible poses, but eventually had to capitulate in a procession headed at the pizzeria, followed very closely by all those who had just rolled!
The appointment is in two weeks, but if the weather permits, has already been put into a workout schedule next Sunday, hoping to recover as soon as Monsieur Decoupage, grounded by a sore back .. moving house .. he says .. tze!
Meanwhile a sincere welcome back to AK and SilviaP, and congratulations to number 3 and number 4, their first race in the cold beast Snipe (hopefully next time have managed to thaw!), Ruben and David who are sporting a snipe-learning curve practically vertical, and Roberto & Angela, at the end of the day commented "E 'went well today we could see you!".
.. ah! and for those interested in some minor details, below the rank of Anzio dell'Invernale snipe ..
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