I heard there were lots of new VW diesel’s around after the US lawsuit against the company, so I swallowed hard and bought one. And whenever I turn on the ignition, the screen says, “Caution! Risk of Black Ice!”
I’m thankful for the reminder, but I already know about the many tragic consequences of black ice. It can appear before you’ve sharpened your runners for the season. It can resurface a lake in February exactly during the time you are sun-tanning in Punta Gorda. It can come in a long, amazing stretch just when you’re up to your eyes in a house project—easily postponed you grumble– ordered by she-who-must-be-obeyed. And alas, it could come, breaking records for earliest sailing, this very weekend just across the Quebec border; while I attend a funeral in Connecticut….Funerals have been amping up, somehow….
Still, I followed my VW’s cautionary advice and tried finding and assembling my ice trinkets. Who but me could actually misplace an 8’ runner plank? And what are those tiny rust spots on the runners? How fast can a get those Gordini super-mittens? Eventually, though, it all came together in the driveway:
(Brenda Squibb photo)
It was a joy to muscle in that main sheet. I reminded myself that by some cosmic sleight of hand, this time of iceboat prep gets the same credit as actual iceboating. So the picture above is actually just as nourishing as this one:
Right? Hmmm… I’m still feeling kinda hungry….