Missing sailing

The wind, the waves, the sails, the, uh, etc. Sometimes I miss the old boat.

0 responses to “Missing sailing

  1. Best way to quit missing the boat, for me, was to go and buy a motorcycle.

    Being a salt-water boater is way more work than fresh water – you go out all day in your boat, then, when you get home, dog-ass tired and slightly drunk or not, you gotta wash all the salt water off everything, or it decays quickly.

    My bike, I only have to wash it when I want it to shine for some reason – and at my age, I ain’t trying to impress anybody.

  2. Dick Stanley's avatar Dick Stanley

    I did not have to do the salt clean-off, obviously, but the weekly scrub-down and cleaning out of dauber nests made up for it. I miss the accompaniment, as the pix suggests, more than the actual doing. Old fogiedom, you know….

    I’m too old for a motorcycle, but I might like to try a three-wheeler I saw the other day on the road, Two wheels in front, one in back. No need for balance.

  3. Hell, I’m as old, or older than you. I figure the difference is that I rode a bike after Nam for a few years, while I figure you did not.

    There really is no balance to worry about. Like a gyroscope, they tend to stay upright if they are rolling along, unless you put a lean on them greater than the tires can grip. The challenge in riding a bike is going very, very slow.

    They are inherently less stable than four or even three wheels, and you have absolutely no protection from collision. Three-wheelers, I think, just offer the illusion of more safety. You might be a bit more stable, but your ass is still hanging out there for any four wheeler to crush.

  4. Hm… OK, I guess one gets used to all that maintenance after all. Or not.

  5. Dick Stanley's avatar Dick Stanley

    Not for me any longer.