What is it that makes August so horrifying? Is it that everyone else finds Long Island waters to be primo about now? So many people enjoying swimming, waterskiing, jetskiing, boating etc without the slightest idea of how terrible the conditions really are! Don’t they realize that we windsurfers are marooned and miserable?
I certainly am. It’s one of the first things I learned when I began windsurfing: What used to be “a beautiful summer day” is now a bleak, unplanable dead zone in which cobwebs form over my footstraps.
I foresee the near future of the Peconic Puffin as one filled with a mix of:
A. Distracting posts linking to other people’s thoughts and videos, and
B. More whining on my part.
About now I expect CD to appear and comment along the lines of "Mike, enjoy the beautiful beaches and warm sun, and take in how wonderful it is to be alive!" To which I reply in advance "I'd prefer to complain and whine and feel my bone-dry gear and moan about it!"
A single planing jibe would feel spectacular about now. Slide the back hand back, unhook, hang from the boom, bear off, and describe a smooth and speedy arc, throwing up plenty of chick-pleasing spray. Catch the boom, hook back in, and inhale the wind.
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