It’s been a busy week on Hamilton Island, and since I’m bound by a confidentiality agreement of sorts, and short of blogging in cockney rhyming slang, I will be as vague as possible as to what went down.
In terms of how it was for me? Interesting. A bit tough being the 3rd wheel in terms of 49er teams, but Fang and I held our own at times. We were off the pace in the couple of line ups we did, til we swapped roles and I crewed. That’s either a worrying sign for my helming abilities (considering Fang had never steered a 49er), or I’m a shit-hot sheethand that could make a beginner look good. Or maybe we were still slow.
Anyway, the on-water stuff was great til I came down with Pete’s flu and slowed up on anything remotely physical towards the end of the week.
In terms of everything else? I got a lot out of the testing and analysis we did off the water. I was fat and gutless compared to the standard in most of the measures, though I still fared pretty well against most of the other 49er teams. In terms of previous injuries and physiological red-flags I came out well, probably due to a life of sitting in an office typing away on the computer.
So after a week of living the Olympic dream, did I drink the kool-aid and set my sights on Olympic glory?
No. I’m just too old and cynical for that. Or maybe analytical if my profiling was accurate.
As I see it, there’s a lot of pros for jumping on board. The campaign is a great lifestyle. Doing what you love every day would be pretty satisfying, and living the life-less-ordinary would be pretty sweet. I’d like to think I could get to the standard with enough time and money, but given my age, and that I missed the lucky gene-pool club, I have neither. Yes, plenty of people have made it before without the cash, but unfortunately I need to put time into working to afford the equipment, training and campaign costs associated with getting to the level. That working time is time that’s not spent training. Catch-22. I could probably make some big sacrifices if there was a high probability of success, but given that someone like Nathan is standing between the challengers and the goal, the probabilities of success are fairly low. That’s a pretty defeatist attitude from the start. Nathan could’ve thought the same thing when looking at Nicho post 2004, but didn’t.
It could be done, but it would be a big mountain to climb. And I can’t see anyone around who has the right mindset and the numbers to make it add up. With the new rig coming along, the likelihood of my height & weight being suitable for being the best crew is going down. I could change the weight to a certain extent, but height is not something I can deal with right now.
And there is an huge amount of really awesome sailing to do in the meantime. Sailing which makes 49ers look just plain… plain.
So that’s basically what I said in the management session. I love my sailing, and I’d love to do it, but the sums don’t add up. I won’t be doing the saildownunder series in a 49er, or the 49er Nationals or the 49er Worlds or a European campaign. But by all means I’d love to stay in the loop and return to Hammo or wherever if I can help in some way.
But if there was an Olympic Moth on the other hand…
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The most interesting find of the week was probably the performance of the new carbon rig in the 49er. There’s no polite way to put it unfortunately. It was slow. The new rig was smacked in every line up and every race by the not-fast conventional rigs. Against an Olympic-standard rig in an Olympic-standard hull, the new rig would’ve been out the back door. Even with Nathan steering, the new rig could only just hold a lead in the short course racing, due in no small part to the skill of the helm.
With a bunch of tuning, the rig did get faster through the week, but it still wasn’t fast. The amount of vang needed to get the leech to stand up properly means the booms are going to blow up quickly, and the grunt required to get it on in the first place would be tough, even for a roid-muncher like Fang. To get the mast to bend enough, the rig will have to be wound up very tight, which means the already relatively soft hulls are going to be wearing out quicker than ever. It might’ve turned the corner from replacing a mast after every couple of events, to keeping the mast and replacing the hull every couple of events.
If the mainsail shapes aren’t tuned up, I reckon it would be faster to sand the mast down to remove some of the carbon, then re-spraying clear coat to make it look the same. Totally illegal I know, but unless they’re going to use calipers on the sections during measurement, then totally possible, and probably faster.
By all means, I could be totally off the mark in my evaluation. I mean, who am I to judge these things. There’s more testing to be done for sure, but there could be a few unhappy campers when the new rigs come into effect.