Definition of a spinnaker by the good people at Wikipedia:
A spinnaker is a special type of sail that is designed specifically for sailing off the wind from a reaching course to a downwind, i.e. with the wind 90°–180° off the bow. The spinnaker fills with wind and balloons out in front of the boat when it is deployed, called flying.
A drag car will blow a parachute behind to help it stop but sailers will blow the parachute in front of them pulling them forward.
A spinnaker is flown, not sailed. When you fly, you go up. When you do it incorrectly you are either thrown up in the air and off your boat or you simply throw up. Whether you use it correctly or not, one thing is certain: you will indeed speed up which is why the spinnaker is mainly a racing sail.
Yes – it can be that bad. A spinnaker can and will overtake your boat, it has that power. A measly thin and lightweight piece of fabric can destroy a 20-ton boat. I once aptly called it the pretty thing of death, when I wrote of our near death experience during our 3rd attempt to fly the hellaker.
Oddly enough that our death trap is emblazoned with a butterfly. A pretty little innoffensive butterfly. Or a flutterby as I once heard a niece call it while I most likely snickered at her cuteness. This butterfly only proves once more I am a psychic.
Cue flashback visuals and background music.
I was 5 or maybe 6 years old, the specific age is inconsequential – basically I was young, naive and afraid of my own shadow. Truly, I was a chicken. One day riding my bike alone on my way to the local pool my bike screeched and skidded to a stop as I screamed bloody murder. Just as I was about to make my way into a shortcut through houses a butterfly sat on the ground blocking the entrance to the trail. That’s it. All it did was sit on the ground with its wings open. And I screamed one of those annoying high shrill screams as if Hannibal Lecter himself motioned me to come closer.
I was freakishly afraid of them because of some 70’s B-movie about killer butterflies. My instincts told me I’d be killed by butterflies one day. Little did I know… oh how little did I know!
This is my 2nd entry to the Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is UP: Up can be a direction, an orientation, or even a movement.
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