What makes the magic that makes me adore my sailboat? Is it the flowing lines. Is it the response to the wind, the eagerness to pull? Is it because she never disappoints? I just can't put my finger on it, but a fine sailboat is thing of beauty.
I had the most wonderful day, light wind, end of summer 82 degrees, still warmish water. I set my wife in the boat, set the sails and the autopilot, and swam behind her with a 50' rope trailing just in case. Let her pull me through the water. Ended the day sailing all the way into the dock, doing a perfect 180 and letting it side slip into the dock with just the right touch. Thing of massive beauty. Controlled power. Knowing exactly how she responds.
I do not know, but I think I am in love.
Maybe you could explain it.
I had the most wonderful day, light wind, end of summer 82 degrees, still warmish water. I set my wife in the boat, set the sails and the autopilot, and swam behind her with a 50' rope trailing just in case. Let her pull me through the water. Ended the day sailing all the way into the dock, doing a perfect 180 and letting it side slip into the dock with just the right touch. Thing of massive beauty. Controlled power. Knowing exactly how she responds.
I do not know, but I think I am in love.
Maybe you could explain it.
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