Sailing

Goldfinger!

Goldfinger

If you're a Russian mogul trying to impress the wahines, then I have a boat for you; the Wally Tiketitoo.

Goldfinger, he's the man The man with the midas touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold finger

Beckons you to enter his web of sin
But don't go in

Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her
It's the kiss of death from Mister Goldfinger
Pretty girl, beware of his heart of gold
This heart is cold

Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her
It's the kiss of death from Mister Goldfinger
Pretty girl, beware of his heart of gold
This heart is cold

He loves only gold
Only gold
He loves gold
He loves only gold
Only gold
He loves gold

Strange times, strange world.

No Es Bueno.

Darling

If you're going to steal a sailboat, at least know how to sail it. Imagine sitting down to a nice cup of coffee, you turn on the TV to watch the morning news and flashing before your eyes is your yacht bouncing off the shore down the coast. That's what happened to the owner who promptly called the police when she realized that her boat was the one on the screen.

Via Pressure Drop and Latitude 38.

Tillerman Tuesday.

Laser

The only sailboat to greet Maserati as she entered the Bay after her record breaking trip from New York to San Francisco was a Laser! Okay, I'm lying, it was one of four. San Francisco, sailing capitol of the world? I think not.

Oh look, there's a seal. Pardon my pajamas, Miss. That's not a seal, that's a Laser.

Maybe it's the bourbon speaking (thank you Mr. Makers!), but I don't understand how it's possible for people who live on a penisula not to have a connection to the water. They can't all be from Topeka!

Maserati Monday.

Benvenuti a San Francisco!

Hello Maserati. Benvenuti A San Francisco! Okay, so they came in on Saturday. I was stunned that the Bay was empty of boats to greet Capt. Giovanni Soldini and his crew aboard Maserati. I heard someone cry out from the beach, "Look, do you see the seals?" She was completely oblivious to this great event. But then again, the sailing community hadn't come out to witness sailing history.

Giovanni Soldini e Maserati battono il record della Rotta dell'Oro - New York-San Francisco via Capo Horn in 47 giorni, 0 ore, 42 minuti e 29 secondi - Maserati ha tagliato il traguardo alle h 18 31' 59'' GMT — at San Francisco Bay.

Wednesday Wipeout.

Oops

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Via Scuttlebutt:
Day 1 at Etchells Australian Nationals: Raymond Smith’s St John’s Dance was well placed midway through the final downwind leg when the boat lost control on a wave, broached wildly and snapped the spinnaker pole. Now totally out of control, the spinnaker pulled the yacht down sideways, it filled with water and slowly, painfully slowly, sank to the bottom, leaving just the top half of the mast visible. All three crew emerged unscathed, but the yacht will spend the night on the bottom of Cockburn Sound, forcing a day’s rest on the crew, and effectively snuffing out any chance they had at the national title.