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YES IT WAS COLD OUT ON THE PONTOON ..BUT it was worth it… pleasant sailing cold yes… just being there doing your thing sooo nice well right up to the moment when the two most villainous leaders of the wheelchair mob arrived the sinker and scotty /fruity loops I had previously had an encounter with that mob As I was getting set up to sail…. four.. five wheelchairs encircled me with their wheels up in the air and their masters trying to intimadete me with threats of being run over and naughty words spoken but as the only one with two walking legs working they wisely departed I HAD EXPECTED the sinker to come up river to do his mandatory attack /sink one of us after his band of chairs reported back to him . HE and his lieutenant arrived near the end of our sailing with the usual threats we have becomed used to hearing .FRUITY did what fruity does pushing me into the water but I tricked him by wearing a wet suit under my clothing .. picking up the camera I continued to film them leaving but our day was over fun gone wet but still functioning resilient an ready for next weeks fun.. ALL TRUE ……………………………………………………….just sayn
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CONGRATS MR HOPPY and symphathy along with the word WHY why have you allowed your other half to control what you …a real man can do at any time …so sad to see a young fella loose his control his destiny to a woman but I guess this now generation the new male needs a woman to dominate him….. like the cycle has reversed ..shame but there ya go …do you think next week if you put in a request today you might know next week ifn your allowed out to play sailing …Now MR SINKER Dear ol fruity removed forceably ( I might add ) my controller and by lifting it into the heavens regained control (sometimes) and ultimately returned the boat to the pontoon but pushing me into the cold canal water was not nice so thank you fruity ….not…………………………………just sayn
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Sailing at the canal always promises a story, and this week’s outing at the Lauderdale canal jetty did not disappoint. Kermit arrived early, keen to make the most of the conditions, only to be confronted by the now-infamous wheelchair mob already occupying prime launching territory. Clustered together at the jetty like a defensive barricade, they eyed the arriving sailors with suspicion. After a brief but tense exchange, Kermit made it clear the jetty was not theirs alone. A few well-chosen words and a thinly veiled threat of organized resistance were enough to persuade them to roll on and relocate, much to their obvious annoyance.
Reinforcements soon arrived in the form of GG, whose presence added weight to the claim on the water. With the jetty secured, preparations continued and sailing finally commenced. The air was cool and sharp, biting at fingers and ears, but a steady, reliable breeze flowed down the canal, setting up ideal sailing conditions. Boats slipped smoothly onto the water, cutting clean lines as they tacked back and forth, sails full and obedient.
Peace, however, was never going to last. A short while later, two of the wheelchair mob’s henchmen returned, advancing with theatrical menace while waving their transmitters from the safety of their chairs. They loitered at the edge of the action, heckling and posturing, clearly hoping to disrupt proceedings. Their efforts escalated when one of them attempted to push Kermit toward the water’s edge in a clumsy act of retaliation.
That proved to be a mistake. The group reacted swiftly, pushing back both figuratively and literally. Faced with unified resistance and a complete lack of success, the henchmen beat a hasty retreat, rolling away in defeat and leaving the canal to the sailors once more.
As the afternoon wore on, the cold air began to win the battle. Fingers stiffened, concentration waned, and common sense prevailed. One by one, boats were recovered and the group retired to the shore, where warmth, laughter, and storytelling took over. Tales of the week were exchanged, victories exaggerated, mishaps improved upon, and plans made for future sessions.
With this week’s video competition attracting only a single entry, the result is beyond dispute. Congratulations go to the frog himself—Mr Kermit—who claims victory by default, if not by undeniable style.
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ya gotta hand to the big fella he is a story teller when all he needed to say is WELL DONE KERMY YOUR THE OUTRIGHT WINNER FANTASTIC EFFORT the best video iv ever seen …EVER that was all … so I thank the honerable bestest judge in tasmania if not australia for his extraordinary ability to see the undeniable skill and technique …the ability to extract what other mire mortals cannot see and project that through me to a sd card …………………………………………………just sayn
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