September 2012

Cats. Dogs. Oh my! It's the End of the World (Fall Classic)

2012 Fall Classic. Oct. 19-21, 2012 Lake Lanier Sailng Club and the Atlanta Boardsailing Club
Click the picture for a full size version and enjoy all of its details.

Breaking: Did we say T-shirt? Yes, we did. Well, maybe we left it out of the first draft but now we are saying it: with your registration you get a snazzy, cool T-shirt. Shirt, party, racing, food, drink.

Details for the Fall Classic are now available. The Notice of Race has the actual entry form for you to fill out and mail (with those stamp thingies). Registration is also at the race; there is a late fee, so don't wait.

The Atlanta Boardsailing Club and Lake Lanier Sailing Club invite you to compete in the
34th Atlanta Fall Classic & End of the World Spectacular

Rules– The regatta will be governed by the Racing Rules of Sailing including Appendix B- Sailboard Racing Rules, as prescribed by the United States Sailing Association, the Class Rules of any applicable fleet, the printed Notice of Race, the Sailing Instructions and the whims of the Race Committee. The Sailing Instructions will be available at late registration/check-in at the LLSC pavilion. Advertising is unrestricted.

2012 Fall Classic Entry Form
Click for an entry form (pdf)

Entry– The regatta is open to sailboard competitors. Pre-register by completing the attached entry form and sending it with appropriate fees to the address shown. Pre-registrations must be postmarked by October 15th. You may late-register at the race site before 10 a.m., October 20th. Any group of 5 boards may compete in a trophy group including (but not limited to):

Open Unlimited • Open 7.5 Limited • Sport (7.5 Ltd) • Kona • Formula

Dear Windsurfatlanta.org Part 33

Mad Catter
The Curse of Kitty: He is not amused.

Sometimes, it seems we can't win for losing. Last week, we upset a member of the canine contingent of our windsurfing community. Apparently, he took exception to our cat themed forum post. This week, it's someone else. We really need it to blow around here. Nerves are getting frayed and tempers on a short fuse.

Dear Atlanta Bored Sailing Club,
We cats have put up with your using us a entertainment while waiting for wind. Cat videos, cat pics, ha, ha. We luvz our cheezburgers so I guess it comes with the territory.

Dear Windsurfatlanta.org Part 32

Bad kitty
Sign of the times?

As internet auteurs provocateurs, we endeavor to piss off as many of our constituency as possible. We found the following in our Inbox.

Dear wsatl.org or whoever is the monkey behind this website, (ed.: Maurice found this pretty offensive)

I've been associated with this club for about 15 years. I enjoy windsurfing even if it's on those big old plastic boards you love to ridicule. Some things about the club and this web site, I like. Other things, meh.

Usually not too much raises the hackles on my back. But, I've got to say I'm really getting tired of this "cat" thing.I've never really understood this internet fascination with cats: cat videos, cat haz cheezburgers, cat pictures. Seriously, lose the cats. Cats have nothing to do with windsurfing.

Time Wasting

This page originally had PWA Live (Klitmoller) Live streaming from Denmark - of course, which is now finished.

To see the latest live feeds from competition and videos of previous live sessions see the PWA home page

PWA Video Feeds

Props to DaNewsBlog for the heads up.

Transporter

Type 2
Hippie Van Type 2. Mine was scrapped. Its recycled steel is probably in the Escalade that cut you off this morning.

Stretching
Stretching your VW bumpers helps prevent shin splints.

Janitor's Note: This is one guy's opinion. Yours may be different. He'll still like you if your opinion is different and hopes you return the favor.

Officially, it is a Transporter Type 2. No one actually called it that. You know it as a VW Bus, VW Van or hippie van. Mine, a 1971, wasn't as noble as the cool camper version; it was pretty much an ordinary van minus the middle seat which suited me fine as I was as often toting a bicycle or sailing gear as anything else. When people find out that I used to have it, the usual reaction is, "that's cool." Somehow, they have images of road trips with either Led Zepplin's "Immigrant Song" or Simon and Garfunkel's "(Look for) America".

It was handy to have at the time, a period in my life when I seemed to move every six months. I have good memories of it. It even carried my first windsurfer, a 40 lb Ten Cate. But, the truth is, as a car, it sucked. It's most worthy attribute was the open interior. Everything else about it was between awful to outright deadly.

For a vehicle with the aerodynamic profile of a cinder block, it had all of a 50 hp 1.6 ltr engine. The manual specified a top speed of 62 mph (100 kph). If you ignored this and, instead, ran it at 70 (4900 rpm!) by drafting trucks, it would take about 6-9 months before the main bearings would burn and begin leaking copious amounts of oil which not only was needed to lubricate the engine but to help cool it. For all of its dependence on oil, the oil filter was a wire mesh strainer.

Radio Free Europe

weeee!
The thrill of Formula gear in light wind. Yeah, we used this in a forum post. Otherwise, we had nothing for this space.

Ineffective

Our Grouch in Residency, the Arrogant Jerk, penned a post encouraging Hall County residents to support American football. Apparently, not many people in Hall County visit this web site. At last count, according to Google Analytics, two people did the past month.

This past Saturday, not only was someone in AJ's parking space but they were holding a religious service at the picnic table on the way down to the water. It makes it very awkward to carry your big sail -krinkle,krinkle - past someone saying, "Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos..." We might have been a bit more delicate if the same group had not hung three hammocks across just about every tree available so AJ had to gingerly guide his 9.4 (strangely, the same sail size we use) around the gathering.

Assimilation

Futbol
The way football is played elsewhere in the world: one player whines, one fakes an injury and a referee waves a red card which means someone has to leave the game and go to bed without supper.

Janitor's Note: This post pokes fun at our windsurfing community, not anyone else. The Arrogant Jerk's father immigrated to the US and he's spent years driving a long way to his kids' futbol practices. 'nuff said.

This is an open note to the Gainesville/Hall County Community who are new to the area and, perhaps, to our country. Okay, I'll be more direct, if you say or hear "Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!" when your favorite team scores, this post is for you.

Part of the challenge of being in a new community, culture or country is learning the traditions and social pattern of your new home. This process of assimilation isn't meant to erase your culture but to ease your way into the broader social fabric of the community. In case I'm not being clear here, it's about fitting in.

Plan 2

Another Not Windy Day in AtlantaWow, look at all the whitecaps...

"Someone once asked me if I have a plan B, I said, 'No, I don't have a plan B. I number my plans.'" -Demetri Martin

I must regretfully say that I've decided to scale back my windsurfing this fall. Quite frankly, this 'waiting for wind' business has convinced me that I really need better things to do. After all, this is Atlanta: Where Wind Goes to Die™. As webmaster for a windsurfing club, I realize that this puts me in an awkward spot but I do believe that many of you, too, will come to this conclusion as you wait in vain the parking lot for any signs of wind.

Instead, these are some of the things I will be doing this fall:

I've decided to marry my love of cycling with a desire to see Georgia from a different perspective. I've ordered this clever camper from a company in China. It has a bed, small kitchen and a dining table. Of course, it's bigger inside than it looks.