After yesterday's trip on the old Henley, complete with over powering gas heater, my dreams were of something very different, namely foiling wing-sail super-cats.
Yup, I've started dreaming about the America's Cup.
I'd put together a syndicate (as must be a common dream) and Team JP had our own highly experimental craft dockside in San Francisco
It was a curious design, having borrowed concepts from the Mingming little cruising junk, with multiple wing segments that could be raised and lowered as a junk's sail, allowing reefing.
Alas the shore facilities were poor, and so at a bar Larry Ellison and I complained to each other bitterly.
"We should do something" we said loudly over our beers, "starting with a law suit."
Obviously, given he had a legal team all ready and waiting, I suggested that this could be something he could look after, and so it was agreed.
Out on the waters things were hotting up. The Team JP design was proving a winner as we led the chase to windward, but then things fell apart as we hit the mark.
What to do? How does one do a penalty turn in something souped up where the only way to stop seems to nose dive into wave?
Anywhere that's where the story ends, as puzzled by what to do next I woke up.
Apparently Buff has a tall story about what happens to experimental foiling wingsails outside America's Cup competitions & if there was any interest I could tell it
Have you any good sailing dreams?