For the best part of forty years, perhaps longer, I have found myself magnetically driven in dinghy parks towards any old International Moth that happens to be there. It’s an addiction of sorts and the kind of thing that could get me into serious trouble at home were I ever to pull the trigger and have a half-brained idea that I’m good enough to sail one. And that’s just the low-riders…the foilers are a whole different beast. I can easily, and I mean easily, convince myself in about a nano-second that a low-rider is actually a good investment and the time I’ve spent looking at Magnums, Axemans, Wombles and Hungry Tigers is just not good for me.
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