Rock 2 Rock 2014 (Preview)

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I get to pass along a huge dose of ‘feel-good’ because I finally convinced Ruth Parish to partner with me in Rock 2 Rock, 2014.  She doesn’t show it because she hauls the mail, but Ruth has been recovering a hurt wing.  Putting 21-22 miles on an already-injured shoulder will certainly let you know if it’s ready for The Catalina Classic or, alternately, it could just plain wreck you for the rest of the season.  Period.

I certainly didn’t want do that, and I suspect Ruth didn’t want to risk it, so I begged her to be my partner (literally, I think it took something like 5 calls, 10 emails, and 20 text messages).  The upside is that she agreed — Rock2Rock is simply too much of a good time to not be out there with the rest of the paddling family, racing, supporting, and clicking off the miles.  With Mark Urkov, of Urkov Charters, running the boat, I couldn’t ask for a better set-up.  I am lucky to have such friends.  More on Mark, The Rough House, and the overall race plan soon…

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The Loop 2014

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There are moments during a race, during a season, when everything comes together.  You feel light, flexible, and, at a moment’s notice, you can push harder than you ever have before; your nutrition is dialed in and work and family life seem to be in perfect balance to support the time and effort you have put into pre-season paddling.

This is not that moment, so just relax. 

The Loop, 2014, was a great race, even if it was a little bit windy off of the start.  Dan Mann, the promoter of the race, wrote an excellent recap (here), which I will not try and surpass.  I’d rather focus on a few things that I learned, which I give to you from high on the mount.

1.)    Flatwater racing sucks.  It favors little, skinny animals that must hate all the good things in life: naps, wine, snow cones, and flan.  Flatwater is hot and mind-numbing.  Thank goodness my GPS gave up the ghost a few miles into the race, as I didn’t have to watch my numbers drop off for the last 8 miles.

2.)    I am an idiot for racing a stock board.  Again, stock boards favor little, skinny animals that…Ibid, above.  For a brief moment, as we turned into the harbor, I was going pretty good – NO, I was brilliant…GOLD.  Downwind push, waves…I passed everything close to me.  But, then I flew too close to the sun and hit the loathsome plain of flatwater.  Seriously, if Joe Bark would take more of my money, I’d buy a 14’ CT tomorrow and turn my stock board into a street luge.

3.)    All-prone races are the best events, hands down.  I’m not an SUP-hater (as far as you know), but it seems to me that all-arms races bring out the true hippies of the water, classic boards, shredding kids, and old lizards who care not a fig about compression pants or the latest carbon fiber paddles.  First place overall went to a guy whose board melted in the sun (and who missed the first mark by 500 meters).  Second place went to Dan Mann who had a bottle of grape juice (a glass bottle) and a Ball jar full of nuts slotted to his deck (yes, a glass jar with a screw top).  Dude was ready for a picnic.

The numbers don’t lie.  I crossed the line in 1:29, which was a full 10 minutes off my time last year.  Stock board, flatwater, crap shoulder…nah, I don’t even need to go there.  The Loop, 2014 was good racing with good people.

 

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 4): Off-road Hippies

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 4): Off-road Hippies

Why hippie?  I don’t know, it just seems to fit.  A sub-culture from the 60s and 70s that loved being in the desert, tweaking machines to go faster, and always on the lookout for a pristine place to enjoy nature with friends and family.  Hippie.

The collection at the Ranch and at pre-race check-in for the NORA Mexican 1000 did not disappoint.  Vintage machines bristling with trickness and horsepower, and good old fashion know-how.  Events like this are the reason we keep a Bultaco in the back of the garage waiting to be restored.  Because some day, we’re going to race that damn event and enjoy every minute of it.  I spent a good number of hours on Saturday night getting Bruce Manx’s buggy race ready (light tabs and wiring were still being welded on at 2:00 a.m.), but I never heard one guy complaining — it was all jokes, laughter, and, when it was done and the lights were on, a few minutes to enjoy a cold beer before going racing the next day.

Hippies…all of ’em.

One of the original off-road hippies and the reason we were in Baja.

One of the original off-road hippies and the reason we were in Baja.

 

 

 

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Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 3): Arrived

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 3): Arrived at The Horsepower Ranch

Had no idea what to expect at the Ranch, but it was pretty spectacular.  150+ acres  that was once a nudist colony, including a great pool, several mission-style outbuildings, and a grand hall all nestled in the rolling hills above Ensenada.  In a matter of hours, Todd Clement, owner of the HP Ranch and former head of Baja Wide Open Tours, had a party going for more than 150 people, including their cars, buggies, trucks, and motorcycles.  Good times.

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Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 2)

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 2):

Arrived in San Diego to hook up with the Meyers Manx club and caravan down to Ensenada via Tecate and the wine-country road.  Most of the Manxs are headed all the way to Cabo, which looks to be a long, long trip for some of the buggies involved.

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Baja Weekender

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 1):

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 1):

Strangely, Part 1 of the Horsepower Weekend kicked off in Newport, with a press party for Baja Social Club at the Cannery.  Josh sent over a few photos of Bruce Meyers doing an interview in the very first Meyers Manx.  What about a Manx doesn’t scream, “I’m here for a good time, not a long time.”?

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Was excited to fly down with Josh; however, the plane was rudely hijacked by its owner who seemed to think it would be better served shuttling him down to Ensenada on Saturday.  The temerity of some people, huh?  Anyway, it looks like I’ll be catching a ride in in one of the Urkov vehicles tomorrow morning.  There are no plans when it comes to Baja…

 

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Horsepower Weekend (preview)

Horsepower Weekend (preview):

Super stoked to be headed down to Baja to catch the premier of the Baja Social Club at the Horsepower Ranch and to watch the start of the NORA Mexican 1000.  Plane out on Friday afternoon, dinner and the flick on Friday night, race start on Saturday, and home through wine country on Sunday.  This one will be good…stay tuned.

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Malibu Downwinder 2014

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Malibu Downwinder 2014 was an absolute blast.  Perhaps it was because it was my first PB race for the season or glad to be back on Herbie since the shoulder injury, but it was a great day.  10-12 knot winds, a sizable number of fast prone and SUP paddlers, and a killer after-party made this a great race.

My performance was a respectable 1:39 for just under 8 miles, but it was the battle with four other Stock and 14′ prone guys that really had me smiling.  For miles we surfed down bumps past one another, hooting encouragement when someone picked up a runner or came off their board, and laughed at dumb jokes when someone found a little energy to be a comedian.

The finish came down to a final gamble in the last mile — go outside and avoid the kelp or go inside and hope that you could pick your way around the speed- and energy-sapping beds of sea lettuce.  Neck and neck with the other misery sticks, I decided to follow a few SUPs inside, figuring that they had better visibility on the best line.  The choice paid off.  I was able to hold off the lone prone that followed me in and the other two guys just got netted and lost multiple minutes into the finish.  All-in-all, the shoulder held up pretty well, which was also a great feeling.

The racers enjoyed the rest of the afternoon eating good BBQ, enjoying a few beers, and picking up a few wins on the raffle (I won new set of shades and a nice shirt).  Thanks again to Gary Fortune for a great event, as well as all of the volunteers, sponsors, and participants who made it happen.  Definitely coming back next year!

Outrigger Winter Series: Hanohano

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I really have been remiss in updating Far and a Wey, so I’m on a mission.  Hanhano 2014!  This year’s race was a great event.  Perfect weather, huge turnout, big swell for the long course OC-1 race, and, yes, I won a little something at the raffle — a new QuickBlade outrigger paddle.  Sweet!

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Hanohano is a good time.  All your friends that you hadn’t seen since before the holidays show up, laughing and joking, and everyone goes racing with a smile on their faces.  It’s also an event that brings out really fast paddlers (OC and prone); the one’s that eschewed an ‘off season’ and bring the hammer.
I was particularly excited  because I got to roll out the new AlexSeal OC-1 and the sexy new paint scheme.  Needless to say, the boat turned heads and all kinds of folks stopped by the tent to inquire about the paint and the story about the outrigger (I won the sled at last year’s Hanohano event).
My race was mixed.  I should leave it at that, but, well, the devil is in the details.  It took the organizers a LONG time to start the race.  After a 1.5 mile paddle out to the start, we sat around for 30 minutes waiting for the gun to go off.  The swell was big and we just all sat around resting on the boats waiting for something to happen.  Finally, we got the 10 minute signal…and the gun went off in four.
I got caught with my pants down, near the back of the pack, and off the line none too fast.  I settled in quickly and figured out the 10 or so OC-1s that I’d be battling — and they certainly weren’t coming to me.  In fact for 7.5 of the 9 mile race, the group I was paddling with somewhere in mid-pack, just stayed locked together.  We banged boats around every buoy; I could hear them breathing; and they could hear my stroke start to come apart.
Finally, we hit the entrance channel for the last push to the finish and I found one more gear.  I passed five outriggers coming into the finish, which made my day.  A burrito and a beer was a just reward.  I scrounged up a few dollars for the raffle and, lo and behold, I won a new paddle from the good folks at QuickBlade.  Good times.

Outrigger Winter Series: Race #2

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DNR (did not race).

But wait[!], I have a pretty good excuse; I was getting a sexy new paint scheme applied to the outrigger and, well, art takes time (read: even after five nights of rubbing on it, spraying all kinds of crazy beautiful paint on it, the boat still wasn’t done). Was it worth all the work, was it worth the late hours with good friends who pitched in and made the project happen, was it worth missing one cold and rainy race?  Yes, absolutely, no question. I am humbled by the professionals that I call friends, whose job it is to build boats and make them beautifully distinctive. Their insight, knowledge, and generosity was at the heart of this project…and, the proof is in the results, as they say…

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Reflection in final coat of clear. Mirror.

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“Silver” turned out to be more of a champagne. Beautiful against the blue on black.

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Cockpit turned out like Darth Vader.

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Ama is the minnie-me of the Huki. Stunning.

What struck me after a long weekend of prep, and even longer nights (4) of shooting paint, was just how much planning and timing (read: waiting) goes into even a small job, like painting an outrigger.  I seriously can’t imagine doing a 200′ yacht.  The number of problems that can beset a job of that magnitude is staggering, and one truly needs to have the patience of a monk and the vision of mystic to pull it off.  Here are a few photos of the work.  The final results I’ll save for another post.