I'd like to share with you the religious experience I had yesterday. Coming over the bridge on Shore Dr. next to the marina, I could tell she was still in her berth. The only mast tall enough, and raked enough to be a catamaran mast was the telling sign. I pulled up to the marina, and had to con the guy at the gate that I was a guest of a boat there in the harbor. Social engineering from my hacker days I suppose. I walked (ok, I ran) up the dock next to her, hardly able to contain my excitement. I was able to touch the hull, something that for some reason, made me feel complete inside. I know most of you are probably laughing at my youthful enthusiasm, but I don't care, it was one of the best moments of my life.

A few things, I don't know if its officially called Playstation anymore, since the playstation logo had been stripped off the side, replaced by Michelob Ultra logos (which is being pulled from shelves because it gets younguns to drunk). There were no crew at the dock when I showed up about 5pm yesterday, I'm guessing they were probably at dinner or something. On the dock next to the boat they had a dockcart. In it, at first was what I thought nothing special, but then I looked at it, and it was the splintered remains of a centerboard, a HUGE centerboard. There was an aluminum honeycomb core, with several layers of carbon fiber. It looks like it had been twisted, as the breaks were along the spine of the board. It was interesting to see how light it actually was. I wondered if this was the real reason they had to come back early... they broke a board. I'm thinking about stopping back on the way home. A gentleman that was there taking pictures with his wife said that he had come by earlier in the week and told me the crew was really nice, was happy to answer questions, but were really busy. They told him to come by again later in the week and they'd show him around the boat, something I'm hoping maybe I could do.