THE "OARS HAVE IT"

A warm RnR congratulations goes out to our resident Viking Jon Hancke who built this beautiful oar rack (the picture does not do it justice) to store our growing selection of private boat oars.
Jon says that the rack system is in the testing phase and if it works then he'll go ahead and built a second one for the club boat oars.
It's a work of art Jon. Thanks so much.

STAR ATTRACTIONS

The two Alden Stars have finally made it to the Marblehead Basin and what we would like to call RnR Paradise. Pictured here is Thomas and Jack's Car with the two loaded on top ready to go. Yella Fella #7 and #8. (You can decide who is who until we get the decals applied). Book'm when you can. These are going to be hot properties among our rowing fleet!!

An honest 6 miles - photos

Jack (left) and Jon (right) with a heart rate of 109. Jon being awarded the title "best dressed rower of the week". (Check out the color coordination - black boat, black pants with red racing stripes and red T, only missing a black or red hat).

AN HONEST 6 MILES

Thomas, Jack, Jon, Stephannie and Emily traded e-mails around midweek with the idea to set out this passed Friday night to row what our fearless leader Pauli would call "Fat Friday". So, what is that you ask? Well it stands for Friday Afternoon "thebestwaytoendtheworkweekrow". First of all we would like to ask...what happened to both our "Iron ladies of rowing"? They turned out to be no shows. However in the true RnR fashion, we forged ahead without them. Thomas rowing my Peinert Dolphin that I'm hoping to sell to him. Jon in his black Alden and me in my first experience in the Maas Aero. (a boat that really impressed me).
Setting out from the basin, we decided to turn west towards Winter Island and Salem Harbor. We made short work of that leg due to sea conditions made flat by the lee shore of Peaches and Fluent Pt. Jon beating at 170, Jack at 140 and even Thomas working up a bit of a sweat at 115.
A turn to the north at the Salem Harbor Light House, the three of us rowing in sync brought stares and admiration from kayakers, and sail boats we passed.
A quick rest at the Beverly side light house was followed by a discussion about what to do next. To be honest it wasn't much of a discussion. I chided in that we have two options cross back to the basin from here or head up to the monument off Misery. Jon didn't even have a chance to answer before Thomas said we should continued. I quickly concurred and away we went.
As the law of "Rowing Physics dictates, what goes out to row must eventually return home.
It was by the time we rounded the momument, I realized that the return would be the most challenging. Boat traffic and a southeast fetch all away from across the bay...Cross current waves from all angles, challenged all of us at one time or another. Thomas would yell out this is definitely Echo territory. But the grins on all our faces told the true story. We were having the time of our life trying to figure out how to row through this stuff.
Eventually reaching flat water behind Gerry's and the dock. I looked at my watch to see our distance and commented that was an honest 6 mile row. Jon looked at his and corrected me saying that it was 8.6 miles. It was a great FAT FRIDAY....

Out of the Blue

Jon, thank you for offering some remedy to my suffering. Fortunately, in addition to mountains, rivers and boat houses, I was able to buy a piece of the sky - and out of the blue my heartbeat seems to have been reduced. You might try it for yourself. Cick here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFIg1C-iaYM.

Thomas Vogel Suffering From Sever Depression

It’s clear that nothing excites Thomas anymore. His heart beat is apparently 109 regardless what he does. He used to love sculling, but these days even this bores him to tears, which is obvious since he only reaches a heart beat of 109.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but my heart beat is at 150 just looking out over the water, or watching the sun set. And it’s not that I am out of shape since my resting heart beat is under 60. Just ask my wife. She knows. Every time she talks to me my heart beat just drops to way under 60. (She complains that me eyes glass over as well).

I can understand Thomas’ problem though. You see, he is a multi millionaire. Just study his picture from Europe. He has his own private sculling club, and he is all by himself. He has his own private river to go sculling in, and he is all by himself (except for his bodyguard). And he has his own mountain range and he is all by himself. You see, Sir Thomas does not have a lot of friends and therefore his depression. At the Blackburn race, he was all exited and his heart was pumping at 160. He thought that the 250 people there showed up just for him. Just don’t tell him it wasn’t so We can therefore conclude that with the right atmosphere and surroundings, Sir Thomas might snap out of his depression.

The question is: What will get him exited? Maybe Sir Thomas should join his other depressed country men (the club of One Zero Niner), that is trying their hardest to snap out of their dull state of mind. So Sir Thomas, if that’s what it takes, I will build you one! Click on the link below.



http://www.noob.us/entertainment/giant-water-slide-jump/

Bass-Ackwards to the Future

Great to be rowing in the mist this morning, though the Echo never quite felt right. After yesterday's pea-soup afternoon, Scott and I decided to stick close to land and headed out to Abbot rock (the Willows) and back. Returning to the dock, I confirmed what I had suspected by the first rounding of Peach's Point: When the new seat was installed in Orange #3 it was put in backwards. My guess is people have been rowing it that way for a couple weeks...should be fine now.