Teaching as much fun as learing
I'd like to toss my two cents in here. I'm in the middle of finals so I haven't much time for posting this week, but I feel like this is important.Each of us stepped aboard a sailboat for the first time at some point in our lives. We didn't know what all the lines were for (we probably even called them ropes). We didn't know why you couldn't go directly up wind, or how we could go partially up wind. Someone had to tell us. Each of us continues to learn. After sailing off and on for twenty of my twenty-five years, I still learn something everytime I'm out. I recently had someone show me how to heave to effectively, a basic and essential skill I never managed to do well even after all that time.I owe one of the loves of my life to those that had the patience to show me how to sail, and had the nerve to hand me the tiller and the sheet and wait on the dock, or braver still, to come aboard and not second guess my decisions. My greatest joy sailing has become introducing newcomers to the sport. The smile that invarriably is engendered by the first time someone feels the play of the tiller and the tug of the lines is magic. A few years ago I had an antique motorcycle. I eventually sold it in large measure because I got fatigued by the people more interested in trashing modern bikes and snubbing new riders than in riding together and enjoying seeing the miles disappear under the rubber. I hope never to be part of a community shunned by someone who came to enjoy a love and was made to feel inadequate.In addition to playing host on the O'day site, I work for a local marine enterprise. We see daily people who make the same false assumptions over and over. We see those too obtuse to learn. I particularly react to middle-aged men with egos in the form of large boats who refuse to consider that a twenty-five year old junior employee might not only know how to fix whatever's wrong, but might even be able to improve upon it. I need to check that reaction at the door, however. I have my failings, my prides, my prejudices. If I want to not face those aimed at me, I need to subdue those born of me. In the end, we're there to feel the swells and the wind, and perhaps to dream of heading out at the end of the day instead of in.I agree that we should all know our boats inside and out. I can tell you every part of my Catalina, the daysailer, and for what its worth, my Volkswagen as well. When something breaks I can make it work again, at least long enough to deliver my crew and myself to safety. I am scared of the turn-key mentality, too. Powerboater or sailboater. (My only close call so far this season was with a sailboat who assumed I was under power with sails up, as he was, and who drove me toward shore with no room to tack). Primarily, however, I am scared of those who do not know enough, or care enough, to ask questions. And I am tired of those who do not know enough, or care enough, to take at face value interest and curiosity, and to cultivate it.Douglas, I submit to you that your desire to learn about your boat is the beginning of becoming a truly competent skipper. One who can not only drive the boat with skill but who can maintain it and keep it safe for those with whom you choose share your love. I cannot tell you where your vent is, but I can tell you I welcome you in my waters anytime.Fair winds to all, and goodnight.Justin - O'day Owner's Web