close...but I was pretty sure I was going to need that within the next ten minutes.
He liked going over that jetty. I followed him once, but figured it wasn't that much faster considering the risk of being in the trough instead of on the crest and avoided the temptation after that.Plus it terrified my crew.
Not only was he quiet when I sailed with him, but when he did talk it was a whisper. If I said "what' once I said it 10,000 times.
The year I sailed the Tybee 500 with Carl Roberts, I think we probably said about three words an hour to each other...got along just fine and had a good trip.
Jabber is distracting. Racing is about the only time I shut up.