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Reflections on a Season
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Breaking it Down
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Weekend that Was
Monday, July 8, 2024
Ambitions Found
Of Sea Dogs and Lost Ambitions
Saturday, September 8, 2018
Lost Land Lubber
Suddenly it appears to me that I have fallen out of love with sailing.
The whole thing suddenly seems like a wife I adored and worshipped for many years, through my stumbling young adult years and into my middle age, there she was with a smile most often as the diamonds danced on the bay, raising a lightness of mind and spirit in me.
But now she seems a joy from the past and a little complicated and awkward for the future. Like a wife who gives you less attention now because here career has taken over. Like you have come back from the magical island surrounded by playful waters, back to fast land with those memories behind you.
The season is also behind me. I mean I did very little sailing, but I kind of also felt very very accomplished and mature and able to take everything in my stride and enjoy it. Like a last romantic holiday with a worn out relationship perhaps, we played breifly on some warm summer days.
I have the share of a boat, but I just dont have the enthusiasm to go sail her in waters which are now quiet and lack company or promise in particular as autumnal weather rushes in with mists and torrential rain.
Maybe this is a trial separation after a final fling. A roll under the sheets which satisfied neither partner completely but kind of put a nice enough full stop on the whole affaire?
I have been here before and it has been about 'another day at the office' which is the time to give up for that season. But maybe this will be that famous year out ahead which I have never quite taken since 1993.
Jaded and a little kind of done for what I can afford right now, with other priorities and a new careeer to set course into. That is probably all, because unlike any lover over time, sailing does not get angry with you, it does not get so grey and faded, it does not loose it's excitement. The wind blows, the boats heel and the the wake rushes aft.
I will be back. This is not adieu my lover, this is au revoir!
Saturday, June 9, 2018
Hard Decisions on People in Boats
At the end of the day, experience is no good if it is shit, it just teaches you a little about the spectrum of crappiness on boats sailing as crew or having crew, and in jobs, well what you might avoid but not what you need to get into in order to live your life " in the groove" as we sailors say.
When to bail out from a mediocre boat? Or when to know that the challenges of being competitive in a give fleet at national level or above, is just too much for your input in time, effort, grey matter and of course money?
A nationals is running this weekend and I am not on board my usual boat, not that I should complain per se about that situation, I have been extra man on that boat for half a decade or more, but I have been the glue which held the thread of competition together in being there, and helping getting the boat to go fast. I decided not to race with them and that was in part an offer due to us being a bit tight for training time, and me being tight on money when it regarded traveller events.
This may seem like a little sad story of Cinderella and the Three Bears where I sleep alone with cold porridge after not going to the ball. However I am damn glad I did not go-to-the-ball because they are second last boat out of a respectable fleet of 40.
It is a sad feeling I have had before and a similar conclusion around a nationals, only this time I could get out earlier. My apprenticeship was served so - to - speak on a venerable cruiser racer which attracted some very, very good amateur sailors. The boat in question was a bit of a dog boat, despite immaculate looks. The helm just would not learn, and I was there in a crap job in a crap corporation looking at the competition and the smiling faces around me. We did have our moments in the Sun, especially Cork Week one year, with 70 boats of 74 behind us twice at the first windward mark. But in general with the owner on board helming we plodded and were in frustrated ignorance,
There is much familiarity here with the recent boat. However I did see signs of the helm being open minded to learning, it was just that , well I am not the teacher he would choose, nor the tactician he would allow to run his show. Starts are actually the common denominator between these two expereinces, on the old boat in the 90s, it was just being afraid of hitting other boats and thinking the race is a long haul with many opportunities that rendered our team a dog. In the new boat in the last five years, he had a start technique which worked in the fleet a decade or so ago when he did the nationals regularily, but now the focus is on boat speed over the line in the lane you commit to I believe, so his tactical Laser style posturing are just rolled over and ignored. Maybe he messes up the start for one or two boats, but he is pretty clearly ending up burried with such a bad first day at the tail end of the fleet where the new beginners and boozers should be.
He had the cheek to say I shouldnt commit myself if I considered a below half way placing and a socialble time, using my tactic of right hand starts and just keeping in clear air up towards the layline. No that wasnt what he wanted, but shit, second last place! That is a result of being burried and just pissed on by the whole fleeet and never having a tactical advantage on the beat or the run.
I suspect deeply there is a mid life crisis, where a realisation has come that He needs to learn but the ambition to learn a little and then drop that new learning curve and be mister angry and emotional again was taken up. I wasnt there, I cant be sure ,. but that is the earlier stuff,.
Another issue for them though is the type of sailing they do normally, They do round th enav bouy wednesdays and one or two travellers which are a little off the pace, with the best boat there actually being below 10th place in the nationals now despite the 'lifestyle' seriousness they take their sailing with. They just dont get the windward leeward, fleet start experience they need with the level of competition they need to comprehend around them.
Moving on is good, and for once I feel vindicated in not bumming around as reserve crew for them, Sometimes you just cant build the trust on board in order for you to contribute or have others contribute to you, in terms of performance and the learning curve. I had a great two hour bike run, did some swimming with my son, and bought a good bottle of Malt Whisky with the petrol money I would have used to get to the nationals and back.
The question on moving on for crew, or as skipper or "wrangler" ie crew mananger, is that you need to assess where you are and what is actually available. Can you sail with better boats or displace people who are also rans, or not pulling their wieght, or just not knowledgeable in tactics and strategy, when you need that support as a helm in a demanding fleet. All boats have a focus on boat speed, it is a fallacy to say one boat is tactical or another is more tweeky dependent.
Being a slut is not such a bad thing, in terms of other boats or crew. There is a little subtefuge here. Owners want committment and want to fill holes so they can sail. Ambitious crews want to get experience and win races. The two are by no means mutually exclusive, but most often they are far from mutually inclusive. Slutting requires a little smolke and mirrors and plain white lieing. Being a little bit teflon in terms of committment and having enough latitude in terms of time and events, to try out other things which may work better. For an owner, this SHOULD include sailing as crew on a much better boat in your fleet, or home port at least. It also should include having a good tactician or strategy man on board with you in the type of racing you need to do, in or der to get up the learning curve and win. As crew it means not being able to maybe do every event, and when new to a boat, being open to committing and penciling in on both the bread and butter training and the beefy events, while all the time having the get out clause and not feeling guilty about that.
Hang up your guilt. Great army generals, captains of industry and politicians have hung up their guilt in order to achieve things, they have sacrificed most often the weak so that they can achieve their strategic goals. It can be very cosey to have a nice relationship with a boat, with frills like dinners and sociable tours and so on, but what do you want out of racing then? Would you be better off being an expert cruiser and spending your otherwise beer money on a yacht master progression ?
Very often I know, boat relations are a bit of a psychological Mexican Stand Off. Both sides would like to say that the other is actually not up to their standard, or not in theor plan for improving, but both need each other. You want to sail, they need crew. In the past months I have had a pussy footing string of e-mails around this, mainly I want to be tactician and get a new, lighter , younger bow person on board, while the helm just seems not to trust me: I am an kind of uncertain quantity. It has gone too far for me to repair that, especially when he brings a consultant on board who is only a bit more knoweldgable than me, and has a patronising , primary school teacher tone about him.
When to move on ? Well the answer is actually ALWAYS be moving on in terms of either the team you sail with, or the boat you sail with. It is a mind set that you are always on the learning curve, and that means moving on and when it comes to people, dropping one for a newer, better one, or in terms of boats, doing the same. Crew will come and go, boats will be sold. When a place on a great boat or a person from a good boat become available, and it is going to work socially, then grab that chance and bump someone off the boat or jump boats. Life is too short to be mid fleet with the occiasional flier or the more frequent down the can compeletly result when you want to get on.
I have long said I would rather come to a mid fleet boat and put it up into the top ten, with the odd fortuitous podium place, that race with podium-presumer-posers. I have raced with the latter and they get very pernickity about a lot of things, and bitch about each other if they dont get sivler watre, or bitch about the committee, and most of all , bitch about 'new boy, the bad smell' . However life is actually short, and it is time for me to either get a boat into that constant top placing from being oh-so-near in the top ten, or find something else to do on my own, single handed learning curve. Like sailiung a snipe or even a laser, bog simple, shitty, slow, but you learn and small mistakes punish you hard,
I hate losing, and most of all I hate a bad performance from a helm. So I am delighted not to be on the dock this evening at the Nationals, with no one to have those jovial chats with, and just the odd 'hard luck old bean' comments and other more snide remarks often made to loser teams at the tail end.
I like winning in sailing. Winning is composed of many small wins along the road and within ea.ch race. But winning's first step is to eat your ego, and accept you are on a learning curve. Winning also means then choosing the right trajectory from a given point in your career, and that can entail dropping plans for a season and turning your back on emotionally strung loyalties in order to move up.