from the Vice BobbyG
(Click on images for larger view) I
know my job is to report on the vice in the club, but
I can’t this time. The debauchery and partying that
took place in the Keys, stays in the Keys. However, I
can tell you about the wonderful things that did happen
First and foremost, my brother, Chris for those who don’t
know, got married to a wonderful lady, Terry. The wedding
was held at sunset point at Fiesta Key and the weather
was beautiful. This was such a special event, that we
broke with Martini tradition and did the first slap before
the ceremony and the happy ending ceremony when the wedding
was done. As with my wedding, Tina did a wonderful job
conducting the ceremony. Everyone was dressed in the finest
Hawaiian shirts and Chris and Terry had the reception
at his trailer with beer and burgers for all, including
some veggie burgers. Congratulations to the newlyweds!
Though the wind was iffy, the weather the entire time
was beautiful, with temperatures in the upper seventies
and low eighties everyday and the little bit of rain came
at night. Some of us got some sailing on a couple days
where the wind was between 10 and 14 and then we had a
day where it was 28 to 30 and the big dogs hit the water.
The entire week was kicked off on the first Saturday night
when folks dressed up in outfits modeled after the TV
show Saturday Night Live! Ours was “Live from Fiesta
Key, its Saturday Night!” The costumes were great
and can be seen in the pictures up on our website. Thanks
to Sherry and Dan for coming up with the idea and coordinating
On an up note, the new management at Fiesta Key is doing
a whole lot better job than the last. Though there is
still work to be done, it was encouraging to see the folks
there starting to get it done. Hopefully we will be going
there for more years to come.
Club Meeting, February, 2014
There was no club meeting in February because we were
in the Keys, the scribe has documented the activities
Fear and Loathing in the Feista Key - Part 1
We were somewhere around Moorehaven on the edge of the
Everglades when the biscuits began to take hold. I remember
saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded;
you should keep driving...” And suddenly there was
a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of
what looked like huge ibises, all swooping and screeching
and diving around the truck, which was going about 65
miles an hour with the sunroof open to Fiesta Key. Then
it was quiet again. My martini mixologist had taken his
shirt off and was pouring left over gravy from the diner
on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. “What
are you yelling about?” he muttered, staring up
at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wrap-around
coke bottle sunglasses. “Never mind,” I said.
No point mentioning those ibises, I thought. He will see
them soon enough.
The back seat of the truck looked like a mobile back bar.
We had two bags of martini glasses, 2 monster jars of
queen olives, four packages of high-end blue cheese, a
miniature bottle of vermouth, a penguin full of toothpicks,
and a horn and also a fifth of limon rum, and a case of
Mexican beers. All this had been rounded up the night
before, in a frenzy of highspeed driving all over Wakulla
County – from Sopchoppy to Shadeville, we picked
up everything we could get our hands on. Not that we needed
all that for the trip, but once you get locked into serious
martini preparation, the tendency is to push it as far
as you can. It was almost noon, and we still had more
than a hundred miles to go. They would be tough miles.
Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely twisted.
But there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would
have to ride it out. Registration was at the camp ground,
and we had to get there by four to claim our primo spot.
Dave Denmark had taken care of the reservations, and with
this huge Dodge truck we’d loaded down like the
Clampetts skipping out on the rent, we headed south from
Shell Point... and I was, after all, the SPSC scribe;
so I had an obligation to cover the story, for good or
The only thing that really worried me was the vermouth.
There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible
and depraved than a less than desert-dry martini. And
I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
Probably at the next sunset. We had loaded up on biscuits
and gravy in Avon Park. And then do the next hundred miles
in a horrible, slobbering sort of food induced stupor.
The only way to keep alert after biscuits and gravy is
to crank up the volume – not all at once, but steadily,
just enough to maintain the focus at 65 miles an hour
through the ‘Glades.
“Man, this is the way to travel,” said my
martini mixologist. He leaned over to turn the volume
up on the radio, humming along with the rhythm section
and kind of moaning the words: “Like the legend
of the Phoenix, All ends with beginning.” Ends with
beginning? You poor fool! Wait till you see those ibises.
I could barely hear the radio... slumped over on the far
side of the seat, grappling with iTunes on my phone turned
all the way up on “Sympathy for the Devil.”
That was the only Stones mp3 I had, so I played it constantly,
over and over, as a kind of demented counterpoint to the
radio. And also to maintain our rhythm on the road. A
constant speed is good for gas mileage – and for
some reason that seemed important at the time. Indeed.
On a trip like this one must be careful about gas consumption.
Avoid those quick bursts of acceleration that drag blood
to the back of the brain.
Your Scribe, Bill Olson
Mid Winters Report
(Click on images for larger view) Like
a number of you that enjoy racing events, I used to go to
MidWinters regularly (97-01). For me it was exciting to
be part of, even if I had no business on the water with
the rock stars. Imagine 150+ racers, including a bunch of
the guys you normally only see in the magazines. It was
a huge learning experience. Then my work schedule got too
crazy and the ole bod too tore up. After a 10 year break,
the Lost Boys talked me in to giving it a try again. Thanks
for the push guys! This was the 4th year I’ve ventured
to Cocoa Beach area for a long weekend of racing and glad
to have done it each time.Usually good spring wind. Last
year was particularly challenging; very cold and very windy,
20-25+ kind of windy. When you race Kona, your sail size
is weight based and you don’t get to go smaller during
the event even though conditions might call for it. Wind
max for Kona racing is 25.
This year the forecast was sunny, high 60’s/low 70’s
but lighter wind, 8-10ish. Not enough to get excited about
but it is a great event anyway. Some have fussed about the
entry fee being high compared to SPSC and Lake Lanier standards
but MidWinters includes 3 days of racing, 3 lunches and
3 evening meals. Suzie and crew feed us very well, quality
and quanity. If you haven’t been, Kelly Park is a
great venue to sail. Most wind directions are good, many
spots in the river are chest deep (thankfully..) and the
dedicated to windsurfing so you can safely leave your gear
rigged overnight. Surprise, surprise.. the wind last weekend
was nearly perfect at 15-18 Friday & Saturday afternoons.
Sunday was a little lighter but decent.
There were four A fleets: Kona, Formula, RS:X, and Longboards.
I raced my Kona, Friday with A fleet. Saturday, purely in
the spirit of international diplomacy, I joined Kona Sport
to round out the class with some darlin’ Swedish guys.
On Friday, Perry Morris came to mind as I realized how out
of shape my arms were and should have been working out a
little over the winter holidays.. A poorly rigged sail will
wear you out when the wind picks up. Also recalled Mark
Powell’s comments in the last newsletter about checking
out your gear in prep for the season. Missed one start with
a broken tendon. (No visable signs of age but a good twist
test on land would have revealed the weakness.) Missed two
other races due to naïve rigging. That little mast
cap the sail head webbing fits in.. yeah you really need
it when the webbing is barely an inch wide and you already
have too much downhaul. Good news is the first time the
mast popped out, I had a major confidence build by finding
one on those chest deep spots and re-rigged on the water.
Really big deal for me.
Should have changed masts or found a cap that fit when we
took a break but it looked fine… haha. Later that
afternoon it was crankin and my group was called for next
race. Was haulin butt down wind, in the straps, to the start
line squealin like a kid and BAM. Spectacular wipe out.
Lost my hat and glasses as I tried to crawl out of a crimpled
sail. Sounded like a mast breaking but it had just popped
out again and the sail ‘violently’ collapsed.
Ended up taking 3rd but had a great time and learned a lot.
Typical LBD, when me and my gear were tight, I spanked their
cute blonde selves. Overall, the gents were steady ready
and deserved their 1st and 2nd place trophies.
Congrats to SPSC affiliates Dan Olivier for 1st in LongBoard
and Steve Bogan 1st in Kona Grandmasters.
One really fun thing about MidWinters is the international
element. Love to hear various languages around the beach
and see the varied Olympic style country flags on sails.
There is usually a strong presence of Techno kids from many
countries but they had just had a race in Mexico and unable
to make MidWinters too.
I know this event is really tight after our Keys trip but
if you race at all, please give it some serious consideration