Lucky Star

sting operation… caught, done, entrapped & with a healthy dose of lights, darks & imbibement we’ll assimilate sans pest avec rest to get more into an easy & sensationalized “back to the norm”

looking at life from an entirely different angle… check up’s, check in’s & newly discovered views from the promenade nearly decking the halls we bow our holly or should we say holy the sacred & to cow, the winterlike like settings & scenification

swab the er well when all else fails start sanding… elbowed, greased, pertaining & by all means playing safe. hard hat as well as gotten ahead gone grinding… prepped, partitioned, placated as with paint soon to be seen all stained

safety first or out with the old in with the.. recent upgrades including 4 wheel drive but for surely never limited to not only insurance, registration, radiators, aternators, fluids, belts & most certainly expected… a new set of threads

better get to painting… dawn comes early on a or having a “get around tuit” type of situation we lend brush to find soon replaced & inspired to forthcoming backs to move about to tasks at hand

pasta prima… bringing in the season featuring local favorites gift both and lee exceeding… land, sides & shore soon set to be been gobbling

the Wetsst is the best.. the Wesstst is the.. &with or without the blue bus following or calling is for that matter time blinks on.. clean slated, frash wiped.. white lit with more than the color on any rainbow amplified

fa la la la la la delamination and whistled to a new tune felled.. back on an old favorite or a scrabble & scribe to reminiscent waft with resin, a side helping of heavily layered with clamp

gift basket… joyous tones with an act of colorized treason.. lamplight, backlight, oranges, purples, greens and big fat avocados to get at you

the life long surfing safari continues as we bid yinz all well through all the day, the weekend, the night and all the Holiday seasons.. Merry Christmas to all & to all a good… best or for worst see you on the next side & here at www.luckystarsail.com

when all else fails don’t shave… unbrushed yet hairstyled & with attitude it’s either the night’s fall or a before morning’s rise. with the day’s ground’s still to be set to grinding action on today’s toils beckon while the while already begun

docking… diver as well as & with showering we shed as the full spectrum is released, getting down dirty on an already increasingly hot concrete slab enjoying the full overbake of a mid summer’s heat

ahhhh memories… flattering ourselves with some of the remainders of duty & dually pinched blowned passed… we scrape, fill, mount, paint & followingly stowe in anticipation of our nudgings to the next rounds

never let them see you… sweating hot new ties & intriguers we gear for our additional add in emergency sub back up secrets be secrets just in case you might just HAVE to go tupperwared tackle selection

Hawaiian Time and/or special special thanks to our sponsors & our sponsors… getting “around to it” the new big boat deck block, a.k.a. ” The Rocco” installation goes in without a hitch thanks to Garhauer Marine & Grypmat

opening a can of… worms or hardly workin’ or windows… the ooze & pungent reek of fresh caulk we seal, deliver to carry forward towards far more hot pressed tasks at hand & another gallon gone on the yellow

Bumble Bee… healthy reminder that we got tuna & will travel with neighbors such as we sear, scramble, taco, load trap to season al fresco in our sweet filet of paradise

Land Ho… lee Shit or having kids.. the newest in the new welcomings for our Wyoming friendly & now fallowed family… big congratulations on the double set… here’s to a fresh set of twinners for the Hoff Clan!

port tack or time to make the… given coins to the cause & post to snap to it with pre employments still pre pending we pregame for the latest pre prep or make that soonest to run a snake.. greatest runnings early forward & preparing for the leap ahead

rail meat in any case neither getting mad nor getting even, Big Boy Blues that or shit… maybe i should not have had gone ahead and eaten that second burrito? in the lead & celebrating the opening volley of the Nawiliwili Yacht Club Gene Wells Memorial Race Series we hitch or in this case “hike” a ride with the local favorites & tight shipright winning crew of Fast Company

CRANE… lubed, greased, rightied, tightied & pressure wash pre prepped we’ll wring, wipe to wrangle forward to yet another of tomorrows adventures here as the junk yard’s dog

friendly reminders… with the hunt on or in this case captured and the killed our quench for the captioning coupled with the thirst rings unbridled… launched, lunched & beckoning we’ll look forward to your patronage soon enough & again here at www.luckystarsail.com

always keep them guessing, whoops dropped my smokes and/or somebody better check the auto… piloting off coarse and bi coasting by far withforth then therefore and forethest at the most… at 42 knots with following seas one does at chance test wonder… flinging downing winding done further

she loves me not… wringing through the rosies having had pockets full of or in this case the less rare yet seemingly peaked pinked version of island fruit eternally and more than affectionately known as plumeria

my “clean” thing… deftly in the folds hung wrung a’ fresh or held shouldered on the washed, the days laundry and dutifully… non respondent

talking about another man’s ink or pinner… you decide as we measure unabasedly and offer ourselves to abjectly theorize as to where or when or whereabouts somewhat leading to the or how

colorblind & painting a train… taking a “brake” from any recent actions to auction on another of life’s little leisurely’s… rewarded as the seasons turn to going on green

looks good on paper… see no, hear no.. speak er well.. as talis’d and as back to boy as frethermost declining all oblongations to the fritterence and fortitudes of monkey, men or any meager man

caulk blocked or medicated… upclosed as equally as complimented & on a vast array of herbal enhancements guised as in your face nutritional supplement or as was stated “enlargement pills…” we’ll attempt to choke it down on a nice as the day is nice with a fantastic backdrop in the cockpit while filling all those little shit talking Viagra induced gaps

dead fish be it known as addressed to our stripped & heroine… injected as be it to soaking, post traumatic stress disorder, self involved narcissistic entitlement, suppressed inactivity due to moral & religious related or social upbringings, grading another’s performance, deep intermingled multiple universal third eye seeking, just plain making sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet beautiful & wonderful love or skipjack tuna we’ll never know… whether it be a fused head connection or well two ss’s, two dd’s however you want to spell, put a stamp on or mail it… go fuck yourself

i’m strong to the finish because i eats me… spinach as is as in envy or as unenviably unenviable bulk or case bought, reduced, reused, recycled, cooked, fresh pressed as can having have had & had been haggardly had & had & had & had & had

we are either Mexicans or a Mexicum dumpster… encapsulated while making fun of photos even so legendarily as well as under glued or in this case we’re found in, cased, resined even more so & being said… immortalized

price of paradise… ported peaked pinched & precious pounds, more importantly preoccupation of the preoccupied. pried like & prepared… a peppered post paddled of the proposed

ladies & gentlemen you can take the skank out of the harbor but you’ll never be able to take the stank out of the… hot, wet, wasted, wafted & as dripping as & rancid soaked as a week or more in the outskirts of Tijuana in our 11th hour we’ll let at wait… preparing for theworst yet expecting the best & hoping to tune in tomorrow or at bets early off on a day’s off again or after Monday whichever manages first.. relieving while at rant we’ll more or less look forward to hearing back from you here at www.luckystarsail.com

Concaved or Conclaved we’ll stick with the theme offering a challenge to Wadsworth as well as good ol’ roll in the grave…

“Chaldaean shepherds, ranging trackless fields,
Beneath the concave of unclouded skies
Spread like the sea, in boundless solitude,
Looked on the polar star, as on guide
And the guardian of their course, that never closed
His steadfast eye”

Dodge.. Thrust.. Jab and or enough of the Periwinkling as we’ll get up the mast, down the mast, insert cable, un insert, run line, caulk, re caulk, rappel & rewind as a review

it’s called a because… going boom boom boom to get through the parts and a hearty you know what happens when we assemble… placed finally the screws beckon forward {continue}

that’s Mr Harbor Rat to you buddy… with no shortage of distractions {continue}

sail up… {continue}

amazingly amassing more & ongoing we work our way this month’s “Man Cycle” {continue}

Bamboozled… {continue}

vine ripened and short on content but not only organic in thought… with stars & points we head north…. {continue}

steal your sail… {continue}

whoops.. oops.. or those pesky leeward shores {continue}

having to start early, dawn comes early on a ship or breakfast or lunch or the one thing they say about day drinking… {continue}

parting shot {to be captioned}…

postoccupied and crunched, broken, cut, drawn, screwed & quite close to completely closely quartered we get pushed… prepped to get the boot while getting equally messmerized by all the hoopla, gracefully raising ourselves that one more step closer to the day of the deliverance while floating through the head spin wind of our last hours rush

 

certain scientific proportions and smoked with most of the mirrors behind we cast off to risk a walk through show of what goes on behind the scenes here on our mostly remotely and desserted overtly tropical island…

 

artfully whistling we work work work work work work work work work work work work and take a quick break from work to work some more… painting the mind fields leisurely frolicking among flowers whilst whiling away the heartbroken hours courageously consulting with the suns the stars the moon herself and the rains

 

drive drive drive drive drive drive drive drive drive return trip drive drive drive rinse lather AND drive again… shotgunning as the daily rideshare routine manages a proportional northern south bound lane

 

braving one with the boys while reaching into the depths… cut deep yet willing, forced ready to carry we return to the table as an offering and as hopefully as one of the more sharper of the tools in the shed

 

“remember the blade guard that came with that thing when you bought it…” decidedly an afterthought getting cauterized mid moment momentarily mid grind

 

comparing coconuts to the tendered… measured fruitfully and mesmerizingly abunded at the balance, lifted by what’s left laying around

 

third time is the charm… averaging more measurements to bring in the sheaves and with new pully bushings… check another last minute off the list

 

drill, tap, screw, drill, tap, screw, tap…

 

tap, screw, drill, tap, screw, drill, tap, screw, tap, drill, tap

 

aaArgghhh or blurring the lines between bittersweet toil blended with torture or crazed and with incessancy… haven’t decided

 

fresh set of heels…. but more likely motivated and ready for another outfit if not more so then definitely a haircut & change in the pieces and parts as the mast melds moving more into the firsts shapes

 

heads up… crossing the river Styx with cash for Charon or a pre deposit to Davey Jones’ locker thanks to our sponsors we’ll have all the change we need

 

back into the norm or more than likely fresh from… the “trenches” teach to add a fresh coat of the undeniable and the indelible

 

the killer awoke before dawn and he put his boots on… sublime if not perfect as Valhalla and the Afterworld will have to wait again for yet another day

 

cup check… chicken check… one more step off at “the welder” while we write another check on that

 

the schemeaddicts….

 

big green tractor… close enough

 

white people’s problems… gott’em

 

crossreferencing… check

 

crack an egg on it… check

 

watch the paint dry… check

 

steal your shot as we… wait for it… wait for it.. wait for it… &… it’s in the hole… check!

 

special special thanks thanks thanks thanks to all involved whether this way or that divinely leaving you crying for mercy we’ll manage some moments make adjustments tune fine tune assemble reassemble adjust and tune again.. high and lofty hopes to be at yinz sooner rather than later for our next go around here at… www.luckystarsail.com

spoken as words… the sites… thoughts spent substantially distant with outreaching randomness not returning & yet far from reappeared as a river runs through a rainbow running through a river running through the rainbow that inevitably runs through it we’ll ramble about reliving as we reach for re enlightenment

 

like a regular Mot..is..siér we take to reasoning & learn a lesson we only could from a master… ground in desperation noting only to… splitting parts to divide lines in an effort to get back to the grind… anxious… mandatorily marching & mostly more or less moving more forward

 

lucklastered  lacking “she” bang & noncoupled with abundant overtly overly early morning rising with what was left as only. we drive, drive & drive to get a move on making the most of effort while taking advantage of offers off hand…

 

when you can’t beat’em join’em or paint paint paint… taking graces & being handed brush cum to brush to keep the juices flowing as well as distractions at a distance, holding pace as day after day after day turns daily into a day after day act or desperately dailying daze

 

once a dirtbag always a dirtbag & with the the devil most definitely dug deeply… we’ll take a quick lunch to say “thanks” to our sponsors… sort through the grime & discuss details… eagerly pushing, pulling & feigning forward… genuinely grounded as it were

 

heavily handed & pushed to post… while discovering a crack in the seemingly endless abandonment of time vs time detail vs weather to weather window we head back into full submersion. slicing at & patiently edging forward tooth by tooth filling in blanks as we fruitfully file to smooth

 

summer behind & booty begone… as all as is as always on our knees… giving in… gathering… freely begging & for surely not short of nuts… abreast & having been given the chop… we’ll bust into another one

 

hay is for horses or this ain’t our first rodeo… haven’t decided… lesson learned yet left hair triggered while on hold holding on with only a slight hope. at a glance, the ghost anxiously sits set in a to be seen awkwardly guaranteed unappearance

 

rise, risen, set, unsettled or to be seen… either blaringly or eitherly unknown but in the meantime genuinely mast down. for now at least we’re back at it as we continue to preprep riding out the storm, not anxious for but wary to say the least for next’s… thanks for joining & thanks for enjoying the rant… we’ll keep at pace as offering out a warm hearted many thanks from www.luckystarsail.com

Stunned… suddenly starstruck, too soon somehow stifled & now stagnant with a warmth the faded sunlit glowing ball takes another dive to hide herself on the horizon until joining again for a repeat in dream time

heartfelt and with the last remnants of spring roaming through we’ll take a look and give you an overview of our secluded stationing… down by the river safely secured at sea

rattled, raced and rushed reluctantly, the duties dare us as we dilly dally dabbing drop for drop daily gaining the steam for our pressured stream of repair…

beg… borrow… steal.. or at least when all else fails go sailing? setting off with the troops to propose a circuitous route we reach out with a ring in an off chance attempt to wrangle yet get left let loose & only lightly less lassoed

i love the smell of jet fuel in the morning… dumped on the docks we’ll repack & restructure while prepping to go full circle gaining a certain sense of insight not quite grieving as the future sits uncertain yet certainly soon to be sitting on a plane

whoops i did it again… the shit show reaches into blurred lines and hectic depths of disorder uncoupled in disarray & off sync with the unexplainable

left looped & knotted… shooed, saddled, stepped & at rest we’ll let you gallop ahead while we look forward to our next retie here at www.luckystarsail.com remember to not forget & keep tuning back for more of the weirdly curious… big thanks for stopping in

 

take your jug & go… back with a vengeance yet still undecidedly we’re wet & wild with wonder while wandering wide eyed. our main player manages the hopped spinning turmoil of an overboard spell to find much more than a magical mystic match in the ongoing relentless & seemingly endless marrying of more mast

 

 

time to make the donuts… our wanderer bursts weary eyed into the day’s new dawning to find prospects exhausted yet allowed, somehow forcefully if not willingly wrangling with an inspiration to continue

 

 

one from without the… mastering mostly quick moments between meantimes we break gamble or bust to bet on one final blow all. jumping ship we’ll navigate into the other worldly

 

 

masts masts everywhere but not a drop to… fisheyed with prospect abound or all around as may seem, we’ve tripped completely out of the extraordinary & into the netherealm

 

 

walking a a fine line between “there’s one” & “strike another blow” we’ll use an excuse to board blindly for one ditch & go effortlessly following the final & last remaining lead of all leads

 

 

this is the mast you are looking for… prices reduced with wagers raised on bargains made & with a certainly predetermined leap of faith we agree the final calculations. screw, unscrew, build, unbuild, construct while deconstructing to manage final rearrangements. wrapping while hot popping forward to back on a plane

 

 

mostly left let leaping forward luxuriating under brilliant sky & with can… we’ll put process through persuasion to strip, gut, dismantle, breakdown, scar & inject ourselves. falling in & out we pursue ongoing love either for one’s way or another’s

 

 

headless nonetheless heading somewhere & at the chopping block with merely a minor amount of the weight of the world cut to free…. www.luckystarsail.com leaves you steadfast standing strong will wondering as well as with us while we bound blissfully into the future & beyond

weather bound and decidedly on a vacation from our vacation we’ve gone ahead with a pre holiday non plan to like it or not hole up where one is at. hunkered in for the long haul we’ll taste, enjoy and describe the graces of where we be

hands, skin, nails, clothes still most likely dirty but trending towards cleaning up with a side of mayo while the double burger onion theme rings like jingly little bells striking sense as we move through to the holiday season

oh those Honolulu nights er well Sand Island anyway… surviving a mere stumbling distance away from our new found respite we take host and toast the skyline from these last few week’s water bordered haven

King Kamehameha would have been proud…  giving some insight into the surroundings to say thanks while we luxuriate in the fine food and fantastic OG Tiki Bar atmosphere of the potentially understated La Mariana Sailing Club

night after day after night coursed the main vein between the temporary guest slip & the slippery seaside slope of our soon to be exhausted stationing

on second thought i’m definitely going to need a bucket… discovering a crack in the seam and an unexpected sudden surprise doubles routine finds us getting down in the docks but luckily allowing a few days to get bailed out before dropping back into the daily routine

“Te Moana, Te Moana..” with room soon running out at the inn and not much more to choose from at the manger (or the menu for that matter) the rag tag leftovers take in that one last sunset, choosing to leave the comfort of hot showers and secure tie downs. rallying in force for our brief but brilliantly clear window over moonscape through open ocean and northeast with the stars and winds pushing us from where we were to where we wanted to be

mere moments into the maneuvering we make west & slightly north sticking at the edge of the wind shadow to keep us moving. making a straight edged book smart navigational plotting we gain left and wide to chart a 290 course onwards towards the home shores of Kauai

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getting an offshore escort and scoring a pod… this great bunch of dolphins gave us a genuine farewell and an enjoyable push wishing us healthy travels for our impending overnight run

trading hour for hour while we gauged gps coordinates and matched chart positions through epic conditions and great if not fantastic sailing… with our token puker lodged securely below we hammered through the wind, the waves, the sideways rain & the night to discover upon arrival we were not only lucky but more than holiday blessed!

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genuinely sketched by the recent events that had transpired mid ocean without our knowing… we scrambled to brace the mushroomed mast, raced through the week securing crane contracts while dismantling rigging and voraciously searched replacements as we back ran wiring with our fingers crossed hoping the slowly corroding steel/stainless matrix would hold

whoops i did it again… leaving you with the security & safety of concrete and dock with a genuine report of mast down! still reeling from the experience we want to make sure to give more than plenty of thanks all around from www.luckystarsail.com we wish you a happy holiday season… Merry Christmas and a Very Very Happy New Year!

currently nesting… sensing rainbow & getting ready to break the halfway point of days in, labor come laborious we get a quick short stop & crack into the last remaining bits of the good stuff to take measure of how the massive amount of mess a proposed weekend special haul out turned week long slap in the ass has effectively moved boy slightly further to man

day one kilo mike charlie location v.1.1… power showered & wet but still in a drying state… she sits anxiously at the working dock as the fresh tickle of wire brush & the hard sharp imposing edge of a metal two handed paint scraper make the first indelible mark on the week yet to begin

blessed be the boys in the yard. dropping for convenience as well as ecological slash and or pure sanity reasons. we take advantage of the awesome set of tools that Shawn & the rest of the great help at the Ke’ehi Marine Center have to offer… give us a week with 79 discs of 40 grit, two pneumatic hand sanders & a only minor shutdown fritz in the hepa vacuum sucking system we’ll report back with all this later!

somebody better call in the metallurgist… getting down to business or brass tacks as it were the day two lay day coupled with in & out sessions of rain versus hot muggy sun may have put the proverbial dampener on the situation at hand but in no way had an affect on progress

day 3 location v2.2.1 ish & i’d say “better get me a bucket” but it’s more like “special thanks to our sponsors & i’ll take another piece sandpaper please!” we mount ladder after ladder run dancing to the delicate moves between our rock and our not so hard place

day four location v.2.3 mamma said mamma said… heeding the warning & for surely remembering the fact that my mother had informed me at some point earlier in life that at sometime in the near or soon to be very recent future there were DEFINITELY going to be days like these

proof is in the prep work. with scabbed lids & eyes almost swollen shut we lose track of time between days 4 or 5 but dig deep to find the will… bet on black & finally get some paint moving

well well well must be where all the cool kids hang out… kilo echo echo hilo idaho at location v3.2.1… strange passings as we take brief interlude to discuss the soft gentle relief of two ships in the night

seeing you and raising you one… with the new found force of dwindling time the red ablative begins to flow like the blood from my fingertips as day 5 slowly cools it’s way in towards tomorrow

T minus 10 hours and counting… finding place & reaching the point of where the magic really begins to happen, we move into the witching hour pasting paint & puffing patiently as we wait to pull tape

dropping in early on day 7 and soon to be swimming with the fishes… we’ve completed our task so strap yourselves in folks & stick with us here at www.luckystarsail.com as we’re fresh off the tarmac to give you final glances on the weeks worth of work. we bid adieu to the boat yard with a gracious thanks to all involved!