mercoledì 30 giugno 2010
mercoledì 16 giugno 2010
Value Team sale al quarto posto
Value Team sale al quarto posto nella ranking Volvo Cup dopo 3 regate
Value Team 2 tenta il colpaccio
Entrambi i Value Team erano schierati sui campi Audi e Volvo questa settimana. Chiudono entrambi al 5° posto finale. Mentre la barca ammiraglia si trovava ottava nella prima giornata (recuperando 3 posizioni il giorno successivo) la piccola Value Team 2 guidata da Stefano De Cata nella prima giornata si trovava seconda alle spalle del grande Andrea Magni e davanti a “iron man” Andrea Gancia.
Chiaro che non poteva durare troppo e i due “leggeri” timonieri hanno dovuto lasciare poi il posto nella seconda giornata con l’aumentare del vento a chi era dotato di qualche kiletto e centimetro in più.
Hanno riguadagnato in classifica Augustin Zabalua e Andrea Gianmarini al primo e secondo posto seguiti da Magni, Gancia e De Cata.
Ottima l’ospitalità della città di Numana ed in particolare del circolo organizzatore lo Yacht Club Riviera del Conero e coadiuvati dal Circolo Nautico Massaccesi Numana che hanno poi organizzato un buffet a base di pesce che ha fatto dimenticare a tutti i reaganti le fatiche delle due giornate.
http://www.cristinadomenici.com/
info@cristinadomenici.com
Chiaro che non poteva durare troppo e i due “leggeri” timonieri hanno dovuto lasciare poi il posto nella seconda giornata con l’aumentare del vento a chi era dotato di qualche kiletto e centimetro in più.
Hanno riguadagnato in classifica Augustin Zabalua e Andrea Gianmarini al primo e secondo posto seguiti da Magni, Gancia e De Cata.
Ottima l’ospitalità della città di Numana ed in particolare del circolo organizzatore lo Yacht Club Riviera del Conero e coadiuvati dal Circolo Nautico Massaccesi Numana che hanno poi organizzato un buffet a base di pesce che ha fatto dimenticare a tutti i reaganti le fatiche delle due giornate.
http://www.cristinadomenici.com/
info@cristinadomenici.com
lunedì 14 giugno 2010
Numana, 12 giugno 2010 – Volvo Cup D-One 2 Velociteck al comando
Il primo giorno di regate a Numana vede due prove disputate con poco vento.
In queste condizioni Velocitek riesce a dare un supporto decisionale importante agli equipaggi.
Ed Infatti il nostro atleta “ufficiale” Stefano De Cata ed il nostro grande amico e sostenitore Andrea Magni, entrambe “Velocitek dotati” comandano la classifica.
Domani giornata conclusiva, vedremo come la classifica evolverà, con il fantastico e divertente sistema di “Fun-Race” il D-One non permette di fare pronostici troppo sicuri, fino all’ultimo la competizione rimane aperta…
… certo avere a bordo un Velocitek aggiunge il fattore fortuna di cui si parla qui ma … aspettiamo di vedere la classifica finale.
lunedì 7 giugno 2010
Mad Luca - from Sailing Anarchy
Pubblico quest'articolo su Luca per far capire da dove sia nata l'intuizione che lo ha portato a partorire il D-One.
Dalle stesse premesse e motivazioni(anch'io avevo una vocina in testa che mi diceva "Go Sailing" mentre il mondo mi crollava addosso) , esattamente 14 anni fa (era fine giugno me lo ricordo come se fosse ieri) ho deciso di ritornare alla vela come mio principale sport.
Inizialmente ho ripreso come istruttore di vela, poi nel 2005 ho iniziato a fare le regate (con il laser 4000) poi a gennaio del 2009 sulla rivista Fare Vela apparve il primo disegnino di Morrison del D-One e fu amore a prima vista. Finalmente qualcuno aveva ideato la barca che avevo sempre sognato... il resto lo sapete basta ritornare al primo post di questo blog... se masticate un pò di inglese gustatevi l'articolo...
mad luca
Some say Italian boat builder and Finn Silver Medalist Luca Devoti is crazy, and some say he's a genius. Either way, the guy is a character the likes of which we need more of. It's been almost a year since he and partner Roman Teply began production of their Devoti D-One singlehander, and we asked Luca for a little update on how things are going. He gave us more of a 'history to date' that's as fun to read as Luca is to speak to. It's pimpin', but such a good story that we're running it as a regular piece. Enjoy. Meredith Block photo.
The 32nd America's Cup was over, and I had failed. My idea of 'changing the game' to give superb young olympic athletest the chance to win [with +39 Challenge -ed] had been crushed against greed, money, and bad fortune. My formerly Olympic-honed body was now fat like a balloon having worked my ass off for two years to follow my dream with +39, and it was a complete fuck-up. The boat impounded, my friends within the team almost lost, and the only mast we had was broken by a blind Team Germany while I was begging for money in Sicily for the LV Cup. It ended when Percy and the lads grabbed us a 1:20 lead over the Spanish and the jib sheets broke - we did not even have the money for decent sheets.
It was all over, and this time forever. No comeback like my medal in magic Sydney in the Finn after a disastrous Games in Savannah. No comeback at all. I can say now that I was depressed...what to do?
"Go sailing" was the only answer my mind gave me, but since I'd stopped in 2002 after a fiery match race with Ainslie in the last race of the Finn Europeans, sailing had, in my mind, gone mad. More and more masochism, more and more rules, and less and less fun.
So I went back to my yard, where my partner and CEO of Devoti Sailing had been working like crazy to keep it all together while I madly followed insane AC dreams. The yard was like a Swiss watch, they picked me up at the airport, happy to see me back, and we shared a bottle of good red wine - maybe more.
We talked about a new boat - a seaworthy singlehander that was easy, fast, and fun, and we started working. I went back to Valencia and a few months later, Roman handed me the keys to the first D-One prototype for sail testing. When I sailed the boat for the first time (using a Finn mast with runners to keep the rig in the boat), I felt happy like a small child. It was never about making money - it was therapy and a new challenge - getting a Class going where you could make friends like in the old days, away from protest rooms and 7-hour days on the water. A beer after the race would be natural again instead of heading to the gym or to bed...
Sailing for fun again, my life changed. One day, I was sailing in light air off Valencia, and the mainsheep popped out of the cleat. I fell in the water and the boat capsized, and with the main stuck between the runners and me at 120 kg and tired as hell, I couldn't get back in the boat. It kept tacking and falling over on me, and as I laughed exhaustedly, I began to get a bit worried. An America's Cup skipper and silver medal winner drowning in a force 2 during a hot Valencia summer day - the thought that this might be the end of me just made me laugh harder as I tired even more.
Just then, I heard a small motor and looked up to see a RIB with a pitying Optimist coach looking at me, desperately hanging on. "Do you need help? You shouldn't be out here if you don't know how to sail..." He pulled me onto his RIB and sailed my D-One back to the dock. It was an ignominous beginning to the D-One, but since then, how things have changed!
Despite the economic crisis, orders keep popping in, even on your side of the pond. We had 22 enthusiasts from 70-100 kg racing ten days ago, and by the end of June, we will see more than 30 on Lake Garda. In October at our Gold Cup we'll see 50 or more. We have a girl's rig almost ready, and Roman is working non-stop to pop boats out after basically redesigning most of it...I thank him for that! This time, no crooked man will stop my dream from becoming reality, and just the other day I became sure of it.
In Bracciano, I sat under an olive tree at the Yacht Club watching some D-One racing. In a nice Force 4, I saw 22 colorful gennakers flying downwind, and I must say I got a bit emotional. I went to the bar and ordered a stiff double whiskey, and that night, I talked with all of my D-One friends, just like in the good old days when my nickname was...Mad Luca.
Dalle stesse premesse e motivazioni(anch'io avevo una vocina in testa che mi diceva "Go Sailing" mentre il mondo mi crollava addosso) , esattamente 14 anni fa (era fine giugno me lo ricordo come se fosse ieri) ho deciso di ritornare alla vela come mio principale sport.
Inizialmente ho ripreso come istruttore di vela, poi nel 2005 ho iniziato a fare le regate (con il laser 4000) poi a gennaio del 2009 sulla rivista Fare Vela apparve il primo disegnino di Morrison del D-One e fu amore a prima vista. Finalmente qualcuno aveva ideato la barca che avevo sempre sognato... il resto lo sapete basta ritornare al primo post di questo blog... se masticate un pò di inglese gustatevi l'articolo...
mad luca
Some say Italian boat builder and Finn Silver Medalist Luca Devoti is crazy, and some say he's a genius. Either way, the guy is a character the likes of which we need more of. It's been almost a year since he and partner Roman Teply began production of their Devoti D-One singlehander, and we asked Luca for a little update on how things are going. He gave us more of a 'history to date' that's as fun to read as Luca is to speak to. It's pimpin', but such a good story that we're running it as a regular piece. Enjoy. Meredith Block photo.
The 32nd America's Cup was over, and I had failed. My idea of 'changing the game' to give superb young olympic athletest the chance to win [with +39 Challenge -ed] had been crushed against greed, money, and bad fortune. My formerly Olympic-honed body was now fat like a balloon having worked my ass off for two years to follow my dream with +39, and it was a complete fuck-up. The boat impounded, my friends within the team almost lost, and the only mast we had was broken by a blind Team Germany while I was begging for money in Sicily for the LV Cup. It ended when Percy and the lads grabbed us a 1:20 lead over the Spanish and the jib sheets broke - we did not even have the money for decent sheets.
It was all over, and this time forever. No comeback like my medal in magic Sydney in the Finn after a disastrous Games in Savannah. No comeback at all. I can say now that I was depressed...what to do?
"Go sailing" was the only answer my mind gave me, but since I'd stopped in 2002 after a fiery match race with Ainslie in the last race of the Finn Europeans, sailing had, in my mind, gone mad. More and more masochism, more and more rules, and less and less fun.
So I went back to my yard, where my partner and CEO of Devoti Sailing had been working like crazy to keep it all together while I madly followed insane AC dreams. The yard was like a Swiss watch, they picked me up at the airport, happy to see me back, and we shared a bottle of good red wine - maybe more.
We talked about a new boat - a seaworthy singlehander that was easy, fast, and fun, and we started working. I went back to Valencia and a few months later, Roman handed me the keys to the first D-One prototype for sail testing. When I sailed the boat for the first time (using a Finn mast with runners to keep the rig in the boat), I felt happy like a small child. It was never about making money - it was therapy and a new challenge - getting a Class going where you could make friends like in the old days, away from protest rooms and 7-hour days on the water. A beer after the race would be natural again instead of heading to the gym or to bed...
Sailing for fun again, my life changed. One day, I was sailing in light air off Valencia, and the mainsheep popped out of the cleat. I fell in the water and the boat capsized, and with the main stuck between the runners and me at 120 kg and tired as hell, I couldn't get back in the boat. It kept tacking and falling over on me, and as I laughed exhaustedly, I began to get a bit worried. An America's Cup skipper and silver medal winner drowning in a force 2 during a hot Valencia summer day - the thought that this might be the end of me just made me laugh harder as I tired even more.
Just then, I heard a small motor and looked up to see a RIB with a pitying Optimist coach looking at me, desperately hanging on. "Do you need help? You shouldn't be out here if you don't know how to sail..." He pulled me onto his RIB and sailed my D-One back to the dock. It was an ignominous beginning to the D-One, but since then, how things have changed!
Despite the economic crisis, orders keep popping in, even on your side of the pond. We had 22 enthusiasts from 70-100 kg racing ten days ago, and by the end of June, we will see more than 30 on Lake Garda. In October at our Gold Cup we'll see 50 or more. We have a girl's rig almost ready, and Roman is working non-stop to pop boats out after basically redesigning most of it...I thank him for that! This time, no crooked man will stop my dream from becoming reality, and just the other day I became sure of it.
In Bracciano, I sat under an olive tree at the Yacht Club watching some D-One racing. In a nice Force 4, I saw 22 colorful gennakers flying downwind, and I must say I got a bit emotional. I went to the bar and ordered a stiff double whiskey, and that night, I talked with all of my D-One friends, just like in the good old days when my nickname was...Mad Luca.
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