The Sphinx's Acre
This afternoon, I went out on Commencement Bay to train in the use of a spinnaker sail, something I've both awaited and dreaded.The spinnaker, named so by a sort of decayed, simplified version of "Sphinx's Acre", referring to the first ship to fly one, The Sphinx, and its impressive size, is a large, light sail that balloons out in front of the boat, propelling it by both lift and drag forces. In this picture, it is the diversity-aware-pink colorful sail that's taking up 2/3 of the frame.
It is also the most ungainly, picky, finnicky, temperamental son of a bitch piece of equipment I've ever had to work on a boat, and I'm really trying to be nice, here.
Compare and contrast, as they say in school: to work the mainsail, really only one line needs to lead back to the cockpit; with a tiller (or wheel if you're rich and lazy) and a mainsheet, you can steer a boat and keep her in fair winds.
With a spinnaker, there are four lines. Four lines, and they're not even near each other most of the time. It's spaghetti everywhere, all over the deck, like someone had just lost their $9.99 all-you-can eat Italian dinner at Fabrizio's. Sorry about your tie, slick; hospitaliano!
And doing it yourself? Forget it, it takes at least three people to work the thing, another one if you actually want to change your tack and jibe the sail, and by the way, I'd never recommend doing that. I'd recommend you just don't change tack with a spinnaker. Ever. If you want to use the spinnaker, just go in one direction and pray your gods the wind shifts when you want it to.
When you jibe over, you gotta take the pole that runs the spinnaker out of the mast, see, and then while you're holding it and the wind is trying to rip it away from you, you go fishing for one of the lines on the opposite end of the boat, while everybody yells at you and the spinnaker starts deflating like it's date night and it used the generic brand Viagra without checking the expiration date, and then if you do manage to snag the line without losing the pole, you have to do a switcherooski and clip the opposite end of the pole back onto the mast before the spinnaker does a complete Orrin Hatch and all the ladies get bored.
It's a demon, is what I'm telling you, a demon! And it's gonna get us all killed.
With the massive deposits required to charter companies and the special certifications required to fly one of these things and all of the nasty stories I've heard, it's a wonder that anyone that values their life pops one of these things up without alerting the President and NORAD first. But this is part of racing, and racing is just, well, one of those things that people sometimes do when they're bored, or when life's just not edgy enough.
And I'm right there with them, and scared to death. Today's spinnaker class was on a 24' Martin. When we're doing it for real, in Swiftsure 2006, it's going to be on a 43' Beneteau, where the forces are increased by an order of magnitude. Watch that pole, they say; they're still talking about the guy that took a pole to the head when unclipping it and never fully recovered.
But they are very colorful, and that's nice.
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