From: Angell(spam@begone)
Date: Thu, 5 Sep 2002 18:54:53 EDT
Subject: Re: (no subject)
To: robot(spam@begone)

Tim -
       I understand the "one more hour" story. My wife and kids are starting
to chase me around the house if I do anything else other than work on my
boat. The modifications are many. After I sailed with Waren Seaman (at the
original Malibu Yacht Club on the beach next to the infamous "Cottage" bar) I
sailed with four other friends of mine who also had Outriggers. Our
adventures, successes and disasters were many and we had a lot of great
times, even a dismasting off Point Dume.  But, this is off the subject.

       I have two sets of blue prints and the boat in these plans doesn't
really represent the five different boats I sailed on.  So, I've been
re-drawing and re-designing the whole damned boat to get it equal to the
older, but better boats I sailed on. Better? why?

       I've increased the length, the beam of the entire boat, the base width
of the "keel" of the main hull, put a whole new design on the "ama" to try to
keep it from submarining at high speed, put a new bow on the boat to increase
lift at high speed,  and added a few more goodies to the rigging.

       During one really stormy day a friend of mine and I had gone out
sailing only to have the weather turn even worse and by the time we got back
to shore there were seven sets of waves coming in, all of them were six to
seven feet high on the face. We were headed for the Malibu Colony and could
see my friend's dad on the beach pacing back and forth. The dad actually
owned the boat, but I think he also was a little worried about his son. My
friend had the tiller and started to "run" for the beach when I yelled, "not
on your life." Running was not the way to go, its too slow. After a brief
argument he told me, "if you think you can better, go ahead."
       We sail off shore for a bit, maybe a quater of a mile while I came up
with a battle plan then we came about on a reach and made a mad dash for the
beach. I don't know how far out we were but in no time we sailed right over a
set of waves. I tightened the angle and we seemed to sail a little faster,
which helped. Instead of riding on the back of a wave we just kept sailing
faster and faster, "stepping" over a set of waves and kept going. At one
point I turned around and looked a wall of white water six feet high, so
close I could reach out and touch it. The last wave was really close to the
beach so I did ride that one in right onto the sand.

       By now about twenty people had gathered to watch what they assumed to
be a pending disaster. My friend's dad smiled as we stepped off the boat and
I was starting to get one of those rare feelings of real pride. Just then a
large wave slammed into the stern of the Outrigger, Jamming the rudder over
to one side. As it did the tiller handle whipped around smacking me in the
stomach and I did a flip winding up under the boat along a bunch of seaweed.
So much for pride.

       Anyway, the boat we sailed then had more floatation than the boat in
the blueprints and on those "beachings" in high surf you need a boat that
will ride high and float well so it will be spit out in front of the
following wave.

       But, that's a long winded explanation of what I'm doing. As I get the
specifics finely honed I'll E-mail you and let you know.

       Also, I would like to get in touch with Steve sometime, if it be OK
and he doesn't mind.

                            Thanks for writing back --
                                                         Chris Angell