Windsurfing

Windsurfer Built For Two.

There is a flower within my warm heart,
Daisy, Daisy,
Planted one day by a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell.
Whether she loves me or loves me not
Sometimes it's hard to tell,
But there are those that would share the lot
Of beautiful Daisy Bell.

Chorus:

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do,
I'm half crazy all for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage -
I can't afford a yacht,
But you'd look sweet upon your feet
Of a windsufer built for two.

 

We will go tandem as man and wife,
Daisy, Daisy,
Sailing away down the bay of life,
I and my Daisy Bell.
When the nights dark, we can both despise
Policemen and lamps as well.
There are bright lights in the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell.

John "Fucking" Wayne! The Baddest Blogging Sailor Around.



The Puffmeister!
"Take a picture! Take a picture!" I implored Peconic Jeff. All my teeth were where they belonged and the pain wasn't bad, so my focus was on getting a good photo for the blog.

Here is another tid bit from "He's a demented sailor who will sail anytime and anyplace."

Hard flat landing.

I do a painful split as my front leg slides towards the nose.

To reduce the weight behind the painful split, I smash my face into my 4.5.

Sliding slowly off of the gear (head goes underwater, now an ice cream headache accompanies the pain in my right leg and taste of blood in my mouth) it occurs to me that I've had a fine last session of the year, and perhaps I should call it a day. So I did.

I need a scotch folks, so excuse me while I exit stage left towards the bar to raise a glass to, "The Baddest Blogging Sailor Around," Michael Alex! .....Okay, Jeff you're pretty bad too!

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