Thus spake Steve after a stellar Hatteras Wednesday. Sunny, warm and windy, it was the kind of day you imagine when you're planning an OBX windsurfing trip and dreaming of how great it could be. An October day spent ripping on five meter sails wearing just a bathing suit is outstanding.
First thing in the morning we were treated to a rainbow, which Jeff declared an omen. An hour later the first whitecaps appeared, and we all ran out on 7 meter sails, as the forecast called for morning winds only. As it built, Brewster decided that he wanted to run speed trials on his JP 109. With GPS on wrist he sailed out and upwind to the reef (3 miles) and tore ass downwind on the return, ultimately winding up his board to 31 knots (quite fast for a freestyle board!) Then he'd do it again. And again. As the wind continued to build Brew finally switched to 5.8, and switched his focus from speed to a duckjibing frenzy. Near sunset, with holes in his hands and nothing left in his arms he checked his GPS: He'd windsurfed 80 miles. That would take you from the Outer Banks to the mainland and back, and still leave 20 miles to play with.
Coming from the opposite end of the spectrum was Jeff. Jeff has had Vulcans and other new-school freestyle on the brain since ABK's freestyle clinic in Napeague last month. So while Brewster was lit on big gear, Jeff emulated guru Andy Brandt, and sailed his freestyle board with a 4.2 and my stubby freestyle fin, planing and skidding around the Pamlico Sound all day.
Steve has not been getting his MDR of windsurfing this year, so the first thing he did Wednesday morning was purchase a large weed fin, to make sure he could maximize his time on the moderate winds we'd expected (weeds have been light but there). "One thing I won't be doing with this is sailing with a 5.5," he pronounced, noting its size.
One hour later he was happily eating those words, flashing the blade while working the Pamlico chop for all it was worth.
1. Hit my first in-the-straps 360.
2. Blow off the water the Limey bastard next door who'd been passing me all the day previous.
The 360 came...three of them, actually. The trick seems to be getting my weight over the carving rail ala a tight jibe while not bringing the back knee forward into the turn (the knee bone being attached to the shin bone, to the foot bone, to the foot strap...) I'm not quite sure how to go about it, but I did hit a few. More study is indicated.
Re the neighbor (who is a very nice guy, actually, except for the bit where he passes me) the best I did was hold position against him on the straightaway. I passed him in every jibe (EVERY jibe!) but on the straightaways he is, um...well...faster. I hate him.
That night a large thunderstorm came through. The day started with a rainbow, and ended with lightning. It was just too good.
(Top: The omen. At one moment we actually had a double rainbow.
Middle: Speed King Brewster takes a rare break. Hanging out in the Carribean warm waters was nice.
Bottom: Michael, mid 360.
Photos by Jeff.)