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i will in my hole

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One of our bros sends us this World Tour/Local Knowledge article. Love it!

No world tour would be complete without a stop in God’s Country, and here is a report from the recent Cantor Fitzgerald Laser Leinster Championship,  held in Kinsale, Co. Cork.

Let me start with some local knowledge for the next regatta you do in this neck of the woods; if you ask a local babe if she will come back to your room, and she says “I will, yeah.” that actually means, ‘No, I will not’. And should you later ask her friend that same question, and the friend says: “I will in my hole.” – that also means no! Now you know.

The first day of racing had the fleet postponed ashore (see photo) awaiting the SW breeze that was preceding the next weather system – weather systems which this “summer” have been lining up in the Atlantic and crossing the Emerald Isle in non stop fashion. And so we waited… until half eleven (ie: a half hour past 11) when the decision was made to dock out. After a 2 mile beat out past the Bulman’s (the pub & the rock) the fleet made it to the racing area and sublime conditions.

ralph 1The 76 boats were divided into 3 fleets, the standard rig, the Radials and the 4.7’s. With 39 boats the 4.7’s were the largest of the fleets. The racing was on the experimental course which has the fleets starting sequentially using the same line, but then racing on different WW/LL courses, and then all finishing using the same start/finish line. This system used the same RC boat for all fleets, and kept the boats on the same ‘circle’ which made it easier to provide safety boat coverage, etc. By all accounts it proved very efficient, & successful.

We were blessed by the weather gods with a steady 13kn breeze from 210 degrees, and even though out on the Atlantic ocean with the next landfall to the SW likely to be Brazil, the seas were kind on this day with virtually no swell and only minor wind chop, plus, what has been very rare in Ireland this summer – sunny skies!

With a snotty forecast for the following day, RC took advantage of the weather window and ran 3 extensive races, before sending the boats back to shore well after tea time. Which is also known as dinner time in the rest of the world. It was almost 8pm when the last of the boats was safely pulled up the slip (launch ramp) and secured. Winning the day in the standard rig fleet was Irish Olympian James Espey who’s picket fence made it look easy!

Saturday night delivered the goods, with torrential horizontal rain blasted by gale force winds, leaving the caravans rocking & rolling long after all the sex was finished.

Sunday morning had racers feeling the effects of the 7+ long hours of sailing the previous day. Outside, the wind had dropped, but was still blowing a solid force 6, with gnarly seas. Before racing the PRO was asked will he be heading out? His response: “I will in my hole!”. Racing was abandoned, and trailers loaded. Results. – Ralph Godkin.