Shell Point Sailboard Club
. . . it has always been thus
Ahhh.. February.. one of most memorable and favorite months of the year!
So according to Phil the groundhog, a soon Spring cometh! I hope that you are as excited as I am to get out and enjoy all there is to offer in Florida and down at Shell Point. Last month, the board hit the ground running. We have set key dates for upcoming events, lessons, and club trips. Please continue to check the calendar for all of the details. Over the MLK holiday weekend, a core group of devout volunteers pitched in to help beautify the beach that we have come to know and love. This month, the "last" Fiesta Key trip as well as a camping trip to Paynes Prairie is scheduled. The Wind Ceremony is happening next month and it is shaping up to be an awesome kickoff to the windsurfing season. It has ALWAYS been thus!
Our next club meeting is Tuesday, February 11th at Momo's Pizza on Market Street--same time as always 7:30pm. Please come on out, grab some great grub, reconnect with the club and friends, and cheer all those who have birthdays this month! (Shout out to fellow Huzzies Leah and Donna!)
Kristin "Krash" Korinko
Lugnut? I’ll Take a Double
Number 1. It was back in September, on a late Sunday afternoon. I decided to take Big Red (BMW R1100RS) out for my favorite ride, a 50 mile loop up into Georgia. Up North Meridian, left past Jackie Robinson’s place, then across the Ocklockonee, I timed my ride to enjoy the late afternoon light (it’s a thing) while arriving home before dark – part of my risk mitigation. The big horizontal twin eases through the curves like a biplane at an altitude of 3 feet, the relaxed throb promising endless capability.
So taken with the pleasure of the ride and the scenery along Hawthorne Trail, I decide on a photo stop.
After a couple of clicks, and a few minutes taking in the panoramic view, I put my helmet back on, swing my leg over, and hit the starter button. She starts immediately, but a red dot glows ominously just below the speedo. What’s this, the oil pressure light? Not again, way the hell out here in BFG! Incredulous, I back her out of the pullover, click down into gear, and roll on. Surely the red dot is lying. It can’t just suddenly stop working, can it?
At this point, I have to note, denial is powerful motivator. I ride along, pondering my situation. Having broken down on this ride just a few months before, I hate the thought of having to be rescued again! I’m way out here in the country… After an uncertain period of time and distance, suddenly, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I’m destroying my engine, running it with the oil pressure warning light on. I pull over onto the side of the road and switch off the engine. Glancing down at my left foot, I see my boot glistening with oil. Holy crap! What have I done? They don’t call them idiot lights for nothing!
What to do? Call AAA? That didn’t work so well last time. I decide to call my son Ben and have him come get me. By some stroke of luck, he answers. I explain my predicament. At this point I realize I don’t even know what road I’m on. I find my location on Google maps, but fail in my attempt to send that info to my son. I start to give him verbal directions, then realize he’s not at home – he’s at his girlfriend’s house. I start over, aware of the limits of my phone battery. Go west on county road 12, over the river, then turn right, a couple of miles further, past a bend in the road…
Did I mention it’s getting dark? I walk to a nearby house and roust the occupant from his late Sunday reverie. He says I can park the bike behind the hedge. Back by the bike, I notice a nearby graveyard. Fitting. I wait, listening for the sound of an approaching car. Not much traffic out here. It’s fully dark now. I’m saving my battery for the flashlight to flag down what I hope will be my son. Finally, I hear a car approaching, then see the headlights come around the bend. I flag my son down, and get in. Rescued!
The next morning, with my intrepid companion, BobbyG and I rent a trailer from U-haul and go pick up the bike. Certain that I’ve destroyed my beautiful machine, I take it to the marital home and swap it for the Triumph, leaving the Beemer to sit in the garage in silent purgatory. Lugnut #1 - Failure to heed engine oil pressure idiot light.
Number 2. After a couple of months of guilt, I muster the courage to call my BMW mechanic and confess my sins, ready for my penance of an engine rebuild, or scrapping my beautiful baby. I recount my story. He interrupts – left foot? That’s the oil pressure sensor. They are notorious for failing and spewing oil in the process. But what if I rode the bike for awhile before shutting it down? (I’d retraced my path and determined that I’d ridden 4.3 miles(!) with the oil light blazing.) Doesn’t matter, as long as you didn’t run out of oil. Those engines are tough! You can replace the sensor yourself. Charge the battery, clean up the engine, start it up and look for leaks. Then call me back.
Buoyed by hope, I wash the oil off the engine, check the oil level (it’s okay!), and hook up the charger overnight. The next morning I hit the starter. She starts right up! The engine sounds fine, and the oil light is off!!??? After a couple of minutes, I shut the engine off and check for oil leaking near the sensor. Sure enough, fresh oil just south of the sending unit. After calling my mechanic with the good news, I order a replacement sensor. Two weeks and $40 later, no leaks and Big Red is back on the road. Lugnut #2 – Stupidity driven guilt needlessly delays low-cost repair.
The confession is good for the soul. Maybe. Maybe someone else can learn and avoid my mistakes! At a minimum, you can say, “At least I wasn’t as stupid as he was!”
Beach Workday, January 19, 2020
What a beautiful day to be at the beach. Temperatures were in the mid-sixties and dropping, so when you are working, it felt just right. Coming down to help, in the order in which they got there, were Joe Sisson, John Gilbert, Rose McCaffery, Bob Graves, Sandy Layne, Will Harms, Danielle Deprelle, Tina Mazanek, Wright, Finney, Perry Morris, Dave Denmark and Stan Derzypolski. A great group of people who all worked their tails off. A bunch of folks were on the moving sand brigade, taking sand that was piled on the sidewalks next to the bath house down to the end where the training trailer was. The sand covering the sidewalk had been there
since hurricane Michael and was an inconvenience to getting to the bath house, and since no one else was getting it taken care of, we decided to. With shovels, wheelbarrows, golf carts, and a wagon pulled by a sit-down lawn mower, the sidewalks were cleared, and the sand moved.
Some of this sand was used around the brand-new planter built by Wright and John. Sand was moved around the planter that encompasses the trees near the trailer and some was used to help level the drying platform and secure the steps to the past commodore’s lounge. John and Joe worked on building supports (which got knocked down from Nestor) for the back of the trailer. A bunch of us had a hand in getting the new sail drying rack up, with some of us digging holes, others building the railings, and others giving their opinions on how it should be done.
What is amazing about the group that was there is we just started working. No one had to give direction or ‘be in charge’ because folks just found out where a need was and went to work filling it. People brought their shovels, wheelbarrows, drills,
saws, and other implements of destruction/construction down and got into it. Everything was completed within a five hour window and many of us were rewarded with a delectable martini afterwards accompanied by an assortment of food such as chicken salad, chili, corn bread, and rice.
Club Meeting January 14, 2020
Location: Momo’s on Market Street
Came to order at 7:35 with 10 members present. Eventually got to 13.
Commodore Kristin welcomed everyone to 2020. Thanked folks for their help with the Xmas party. Festivus was fun.
Vice Commodore: Has already chosen her feats of strength for next year.
Scribe: Please write something
Purser: We have money in the bank. Xmas party expenses over 1k this year. Venue and liquor costs have risen. Still have expenses for some awards. Membership currently stands at 64 with some notable scofflaws.
Old Business: Commodore apologized for the late change in date but there was nothing that could be done. Turned out fire house worked out well for the Festivus celebration. Sandy mentioned next time we use it we need access to the cleaning equipment.
- Keys Trip – February 25-29, Sherry Martin
- Wind Ceremony – March 28, Coordinator: Bob Graves and Sandy Layne
- Clearwater Midwinters – March 12-15, Coordinator: Clearwater Community Sailing Center
- Corpus Christi – TBA sometime in May, Coordinator: Bob Graves
- Stephen C. Smith Memorial Regatta – April 24-26, Chair: Bob Graves
- NIMBY Regatta – June 19-21, Chair: Wright Finney
- Endless Summer Sailboard Classic – TBD, Chair: Kristin Korinko
- Atlanta Fall Classic – October 17-18, Chair: Chris Voith
- Kona North American Championship – TBD
- Kona Worlds – TBD
- Xmas Party – December 12, Chair: Rose McCaffery
- Festivus – December 20
Need chair for Wind Ceremony and count for shirts. Bob volunteered. Tip Jars.
Lessons: Dates have been set.
Beach work workday Sunday, January 19, 1-5 to accomplish the following:
- Move sand to areas by the trailer such as under drying platform, around Cedar Tree, around flagpole. Bring a shovel suitable for digging sand. Hopefully we can get Stan and his front loader.
- Build Drying Rack
- Put Blocks backup under past commodore’s lounge
- Build planter around flagpole
If ladder for Windy platform comes in and the weather is suitable, Wright may take his boat out to attend to it.
Legacy Page is up
Bob G. mentioned sponsors on website need cleaning up. Too many getting publicity for not doing anything.
Bob G. nominate Joe Sisson for the lug nut award in regards to his BMW motorcycle.
The Perry Williams Award was awarded to Chris Graves and given to Bob Graves to get to him.
Adjourned at 8:25pm
Photo of the Month
2 minutes prior to a flash of lighting that sent Perry to the beach in search of beer!