Welcome to Dog Crap Beach

[angryguy]

yeah, o.k. buddy, I love these guys that always have to try and prove how hard they are by telling you their windsurfing pedigree at the drop of a hat. I think Ill just steer clear of the Gorge and let the bitch ass macho s***heads like this one feed off each others egos in rural seclusion. Guys like this belong in that dirty little sandbox; and if you do ever make it back to the coast try not to talk too much s*** about how great you are becase most locals will sniff you out in a heartbeat and make sure you get put in your place one way or another. Youre a kook.

[prozac]

made a slight mistake, I never sail out of coyote except way back in the olden days. I launch from third street or Candlestick. I have sailed out of Third Steet on my 1989 8 Dill squaretail gorge board, (now retired) and a 3.5 Gorge sail and have been miles off shore. No big deal - sailboat people are nice and will pick ya up if you lose the wind. I never did.

In my early days in this sport I would drop some killer acid and do the Alameda to Hunters point or Candlestick Park crossing. I did that on my first 9 wave board and a few times on my windsurfer board and 59er sail the first season.

After crossing the bay too many times and being drunk or on drugs everytime, I decided to get into wave sailing due to the danger of the oceans power and to stop the booze and drugs. I was jibing on my first reach at Waddell Creek because I was scared of the twelve foot wave towering above. When I would sail flat water bay crap I could not jibe. The wave did all the work - it was too cool!!!

My first season I made the transition from twelve foot to 9 waveboard. The first season wave sailing I swam 75% of the time. It was too cool jumping thirty feet in the air and learning how to land. Jumping so high that looking down gave me tunnel vision. Table top jumps were my favorite and timing the landing was a rush. Sometimes I would just hold the table top pose and ride it down just to spat on the ocean. The babes loved it!!!

The season never really ends if you wave sail and enjoy storm sailing. By the end of October I could duckjibe on the lip of a mast high wave and ride down the face doing my bottom turn and throw another duck jibe heading back toward that same monster face but this time I would tap as much speed out of the wind with my gear and shoot thirty plus feet kissing the sun with the nose of my board. Id land a few of those skyscraper jumps and always enjoyed swimming in the impact zone. I still do!

I dont do Davenport unless someone else drives - too many vandals. Downwinders from Waddell to Davenport or is it Scotts,... is a blast. I did that my first season at Waddell. Also sailed up to the passing whales. I still can not comprehend the size of a whale!

In the Gorge I have seen hundreds of men, women, and children learn to shortboard sail in a week and sail ocean in Baja by the winter.

For the sake of my venting,... I love all animals and have two dogs of my own. I leave them in their nice backyard while I go sailing. The main reason is I worry less about them.

Throwing a sail & turning the board off a jump that turns to a jibe is easy. You should plan a trip to the Gorge and see all the tricks. Go park at The Hatchery and watch. Some of the sailors have reached Godmode of windsurfing. It is warm sailing right now - shortys or swim trunks. Stay for at least two weeks- due to the two to four day hot cycle. Your sailing will improve.

My Farallon Islands windsurf trips were well planned. I was young, bitter at the world, perhaps insane, and was growing tired about breathing free oxygen. My first trip I just listened to the weather radio the night before and checked it in the morning. I waited for the wind to pick up and sailed off leaving behind my chevy van with keys in the ignition. I figured this was the way to end it all - doing the one thing everybody I knew shit on me for for doing. My mind set changed once I got off shore and before I knew it the challenge of what I was doing became my focus. Well, I sailed around the Farallons and sailed back to the beach that I started from riding in a nice logo high wave. The shore pound was about three feet so that was ok. I jumped off my board and dragged it to the wind blown sand. I turned to face the ocean. Looking out across the ocean and to the horizon, I dropped to my knees and began to weep, How was I to survive tomarrow?

The other two trips were about the same but I decided to do downwind rides and surf some endless rights. The second trip I had no choice as I was over-powered. I thought forsure this was it. My mast would break, the rubber joint would fail, or the wind would blow apart my sail. I was going to be yummy fish food. Instead I ended up thirty plus miles south of Half Moon Bay. Took me longer to hitch back to my van and drive back to find my gear than the time I was sailing! The third trip started out with death on my shoulder but the wind backed off. I was enjoying some excellent mountain size swell rides when the wind got gusty and shut down leaving me sitting on my 9 foot board. The thought of being eaten by some wussy blue shark like a surfer was not my idea of saying, Later to planet earth. If my equipment broke I could accept it. I bobbed and drifter I guess for about an hour and then the ocean began to do the whitecap thing again. I sailed about 600 yards south of the beach I had left. There was no weeping this time. I just wanted a large combination pizza, a case of Miller High Life, a few rips from my bong, and a warm invitation from my off&on girlfriend.

I had planned a fourth northcoast beach to the Fallons to Waddell Creek down winder, but someone else did it. I think I was engaged or doing the college trip and was burnt out of wave sailing or seeing a better Doctor/locked up. Anyway, my mind set changed and tomarrow is just another day,... most of the time.

[prozac]

dude, check this out,... I had a windsurfing sponsorship for a while. The money was difficult to live on, but I always got laid. In fact, during my world tour, I met a very rich beach babe and we were going to travel the world and windsurf in luxury. She persuaded me to ditch the tour and we traveled to a half a dozen countrys windsurfing and making love endlessly. I really thought I met my soulmate. Then one evening after windsurfing a beach in Portugal, she asked me to marry her and start a family. I told her that I was not ready to become a father and liked us not married. Within 24 hours I was on a plane back to the states.

This is just one experience. It is really cool because she was so rich - servants would rig our sails and even change the fins in my boards. She was the total gear nut and had a full quiver of sails from all the top sail makers.

Being good at a sport and getting laid is no big thing. It was a lot of fun in my early years in the sport, but now it has become a curse. I have slept with so many women that I have lost that special feeling of love. If I could go back and do it over again,...

[edscott]

ROTFL! Third Street? Chrissy?

I love this guy! Hes the best thing since Uncle Iggy/Jason/Luigi/Pierre (Hallo Pierre, my cheese-breath smelling friend!). Keep it up man!

-Ed

[spyder]

well I will say Mr. Prozac, that you ARE the provocative one!
I would like to come watch you sail, you sound pretty awesome.
But one thing, I hope you really dont do drugs and sail at the same time....
btw, do you do Prozac, or are you a sales person trying to generate more clients?

[joeyyyy]

Damn!!!!! Ill have to say, if nothing else, this prozac guy is entertaining. and the way all you people just feed the fire!! I do have a question; who is convincing who?? and of what??