If you are heading upwind too much, you may get caught in irons. Irons is when your boat is pointed directly into the wind and the sails are luffing. You will not move anywhere and it is good to know how to get into irons if you need to stop the boat briefly. To get out of irons, simply turn the tiller either away or toward you. While sailing, it is a good idea to keep an eye on your telltales.
The telltales are the small pieces of string attached to either side of the sail. If the sails are lined up correctly, then they strings will line up perfectly parallel.
If the inside telltale is loose and fluttering, then your sail is too loose. If the outside telltale is loose and fluttering, than your sail is too tight. These will mostly be used on a jib. Lastly, remember to always keep your jib and mainsail parallel. They should be on the same tack so as to maximize the amount of lift the boat can receive.
Now that you know how to read the wind, you can begin sailing. With practice, any novice sailor can learn how to use the wind to their advantage and gain the best cruising or racing speed.
Bird, Lydia. Sails in the Sun : Lido 14 Manual. California: Orange Coast College, Beginner's Guide to Sailing. Skip to content. If you have instruments, or even a compass, you can calculate the longer tack mathematically. Besides figuring out which tack is longer, it's important to know roughly how much longer it is than the other tack.
For example, will you have to spend 10 minutes on one tack and 2 minutes on the other? Or just 7 minutes on one tack and 6 on the other? The more skewed the tacks, the more critical it becomes to sail on the tack that is longer. If one tack is much longer, there is a high probability that it will be better to get on that tack right away.
But if the tacks are very close in length which is probably the case if you have a hard time figuring out which tack is longer , there may be no advantage in sailing one tack just because it's a little longer. However, like all such guidelines, it is not meant to be a replacement for figuring out what the wind is doing and making your own strategic plan to handle the particular wind conditions you are facing. For example, if it's light air and you see more pressure to the left, you should probably sail that direction on starboard tack even if port tack is a lot longer.
However, when you are not so sure about what the wind will do next and this is the case even for top sailors much of the time , then you can rely on rules of thumb like 'sail the longer tack first. By sailing the longer tack first, you head toward the middle of the beat rather than the closer layline.
Sailing the longer tack first is a good rule of thumb when you are not sure which way the wind will shift next. The longer tack takes you away from the layline and gives you a better chance of gaining if you get a windshift before you reach the windward mark. World North America Powerboat. World Oceania FishingBoating. World Australia FishingBoating. The water was hot as he liked it. In the old days he would smoke a cigarette in the shower.
Sometimes the ashtray was from an albergo in San Benedetto, the Hotel Arlecchino, adorned with the golden and red visage of the harlequin. Sometimes it was the ashtray I had made him in a clay workshop at school. Downstairs my mother was making coffee in a percolator. There were no ways in which my father needed to be taken care of. There was a small television in the kitchen and sometimes they watched it, but mostly they spoke in doublets separated by warm, retired gaps — the sound of the stove shushing, slippered feet moving across linoleum, a sponge stroking Formica.
The American doctor, the Italian bride with a sloped stomach in a white suit dress. That morning they kissed each other goodbye. He got in his car, an aquamarine Chevrolet Cavalier, a color and a make that embarrassed me in a town of Beamers and Mercedes and black SUVs with hundreds of cupholders, and pulled onto Route He began the drive to work. I remember exactly what the weather was like that day, but suddenly now I see it through his eyes, the free yellow sun of suburban New Jersey.
And then he is changing lanes, from left to middle, at the exact moment that someone is changing from right to middle. He never wore his seatbelt and so he goes through the window, like a rolled-up carpet, too.
He is in the air, something like flying but nothing at all like flying. He has mouse-colored New Jersey whipping across both his ears, the highways and the barriers and the new cars and the old ones. At a certain point, it clicks with him. The realization settles.
First for him, as for me, there was a steak of the past, someone throws on the grill. Particularly, her father. It began as all love affairs do. A lust sticky like peanut butter. They made love everywhere and every moment they could. Even toward the end they were connected by that tendon.
After a week of it, he called her family home looking for her and asked her father if he could speak to Maria. You mean Pia? My father had many women on the docket. He was an American studying medicine in Italy.
He wore crisp white shirts and held court at cafes. Two months later she was pregnant with my brother. She was showing. My parents married in a church with almost no guests. Her in the white suit with her stomach. Him and the extra skin on his face, from gelato and warm crescioni.
Grabbing his daughter at the wrist and trying to drag her. Everyone except my father screams. I can see it clearly through his eyes, as though he is looking down on his own memory like a small god. He takes her in his arms, with care for the baby growing inside her. He creates a hammock of his body and cocoons her to the side. The three of them hear nothing. That is all my father sees from the past.
As the parabola of his journey comes to an end, he looks into the future. Emilia, he screams into the air. That is what anyone would have heard, if they had been in the ground or in the air around that highway.
He is thinking of me in my own white dress. He hopes I meet a good man to marry. A man like him. He sees me in a church, small and sandy. There are no shoes on my feet and the temperature is hot as I would like it. This is a lot to think about, but I no longer have the time, it seems. The man I fell in love with nine days ago is driving a Volkswagen Cabriolet down the Pacific Coast Highway, and I am trailing it like a low-flying angel.
The brown mountains on one side, the black ocean on the other. All I can think, even at the end, is that. My mother was lucky. She was more beautiful than me.
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