Ghost Town

Originally posted by iitick We are waiting, poised and alert, like fighter pilots. We sit in metaphorical wicker chairs on the green grass of an English summer. When we hear the drone of an approaching sailing topic we will leap to our feet and scamper to our machines which have been warmed up by our laptop mechanics. Then, and only then, will we soar through the clear blue sky attacking with comment, conjecture and assumption. Until then we will speak of bungs.

great post

the man with the carbon laser spars must have seen it!

Manna from heaven; Carbon spars for Lasers, EXCELLENT, I'd have them if I still had one. Gotta be better than wrecking your sail with enough cunningham to bend a 2 inch scaffolding pole.

We are waiting, poised and alert, like fighter pilots. We sit in metaphorical wicker chairs on the green grass of an English summer. When we hear the drone of an approaching sailing topic we will leap to our feet and scamper to our machines which have been warmed up by our laptop mechanics. Then, and only then, will we soar through the clear blue sky attacking with comment, conjecture and assumption.

In the lightnings defence, I must say no 333 is also a dry boat. She never even lets in a drop of water ever. And like Rupert I have never opened the bung. 

Ah, Rupert you have that elusive non leaking Lightning. I thought the joke about Lightnings was that you cant delay the start......or all the boats will sink.