Ghost Town

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.

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.

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!