Thanks for your video that shows well how to perform downwind. I’m rather new in ilca and aim to learn to précoces as you do. However, I wonder, when racing how to deal with the RULE 42 in that case. Would you be kind to explain please? Thanks :)
Am improvising a summary here, happy to discuss more. My personal take is that the kind pumping that rule 42 bans is actually not the fastest way to sail. For example consider that sudden back movements are likely to be reactive (to a wave, a puff...). If you're going to take your back out, leave it out; take video and see what it does to your speed. Generally but more notably downwind, consider acting on a wave-wise manner; what is fast has a lot to do with timing the change of wind direction over the sail. In all cases it has most to do with anticipating what is best to do in the next few seconds, not acting jumpy right now. Proactive action is steadily fastest, reactive movements provides only fleeting benefit. There is no rule 42 violation in this video.
Did you notice there was anything you did differently from everyone else on the upwind that helped you? Also, I always thought that grabbing the mainsheet outside the main block was against pumping rules.
Upwind is about flatness, if you're curious about a specific part of the video, let me know and I'll take a look. See my sail easing to keep flatness, and timing of trimming with steering. About downwind: " The principle behind rule 42 is simple: the rule writers want people to race their sailboats by sailing them (i.e., using the natural wind) as opposed to by propelling or slowing them in other ways." Where the sheet is grabbed is not a determinant in itself. One way to think about it is to do one downwind non-pumping trimming action per wave and in coordination with a boat change of direction.
That safety boat would piss me off sitting directly to windward of me then veering from one side to another. Give the helm some clean wind rather than a hypalon wind blocker….
however, he had to slow down to do it. Maybe he should have gybed earlier. Perhaps he should have been deeper so that he would be less concerned by the buoy, and come out with a tighter upwind
@@al.sargent You can't see that at all, in the split second that elapses from when he pushes the sword all the way down until the video stops at 2:02 And it is only the last 2 seconds of the video that he sails upwind. In the rest of the video, he is sailing downwind..
yes definitely, and especially for the rounding. It took Andrew only 18 months from this video to become a world champion. It gives me hope. Are you coming to Skamania? I do not see your name on the signup page. I'll be there. -- pablo
critica constructiva: + si llegas solo a la boya te conviene llegar mas separado de la misma, para que cunado trabuches salgas del otro lado en ceñida mas pegado a la boya. + cuando tengas que trabuchar no te metas tanto tiempo antes adentro del laser, espera a que te salude el baten del medio y ahi pasas el cuerpo hacia la otra banda en la trabuchada (esto depende segun las condiciones del viento).
si exacto la idea de este video es mostrar que una entrada angosta cuesta el algulo de salida. En cuanto al timing de cambio de cuerpo a la otra banda, es algo que yo observe tambien como un tema. Lo estare ensayando hoy, no me queda claro eso de star pendiente del batten
@btt0u lo vi con la coach en detaille revisando videos. El tema central es la tension de vang. Mas tenso acelera la rotacion sobre la boya, pero tambien causa drift al golpear la botavara, y apure. Menos vang para mayores vientos, para dar tiempo a cambiarse de lado. A la salida tambien un poco de luffing para luchar por espacio y no tener que tomar la mayor con tanta lucha contra el viento.
Buy one, train until you are strong and fit, and learn that you need pretty high IQ numbers or you will keep losing all the time. Don't want to be rude, but this man (woman?) has a hard time. Must say, this sailing upwind is hard hard work. Done it.
@@voornaam3191you are right that this 28 or 29 knot puff put the boat on it's heel, which took time to adjust for. Curious, how would you have adjusted? The exercise here was to adjust with the sheet, which is visible in the video; perhaps what was missing is anticipating the puff. Adjusting with the tiller is often seen in such videos, but a question is how much drift it may cause, plus the possibility of going into irons in that wind, with an under trimmed vang. This under-trimming is intentional at this stage to allow for tacking without having to ease/trim the vang before/after. And yes I was tired.
@@ilca_masters I have seen launching videos. But not ones months out. Thought it must have been a mistake. I don't really like those anyway. Kinda like a webinar that was obviously pre-recorded and they could have let me watch at my convenience but made me schedule it.
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ele pensou que poderia prosseguir com amuras a bombordo; ele não tinha visto que eu dei uma volta e tinha o direito de virar para estibordo; é por isso que ele me agarrou e me tocou
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I appreciate your thought, you are not the first person to have this observation, this was one of my first windy reaches in the Laser. In this case, the direction of travel was fixed, straight to port entry. This posed the constraint of carrying as much power on the sail as I could handle by hiking out. That is why the sail was twisted with a loose vang, to lessen its lift. If I did it again, I would apply the right amount of cunningham, which would drive effort forward, better shaping the sail's luff.
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His sail was not exactly sheeting. If you sail standard laser you will understand that this was due to being overpowered. His cunningham was not properly trimmed for his strong wind capabilities
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