I put in another three hours today, in breeze of 10-15 knts. Plan C is just about complete, i.e., I'm about where I was last October. Even with my kludgey mainfoil and sloppy rudder (in its rudder box) I managed to pull off three foiling jibes, so my second cassette seems to have solved some problems. Unfortunately, I also found that occasionally I'm having a noticeable lee helm, so tomorrow will see slightly shorter shrouds and more rake.
I'm making progress on the new rudder. The pic above shows the geometry of the new gantry and strut. To complete it I'm just waiting on a new foil from Bora. There's also been no word yet from John Ilett about my new FC gen3 foil, but I expect it any day now.
Once the new bits go under the boat I'm sure things will start to come together. As for now, I'm just blindly muddling through the various combinations of controls and adjustments. It sure would be much easier to be sailing in company of other mothies. As it is, I'm alone and time's running short because the boat gets packed up in about 10 days.
Here's Pinhead Gunpowder
I walk Alone, by Aaron Elliott (aka Aaron Cometbus) in 1997
I walk a crooked twisting path
That seems to be leading nowhere
I lead a loner's life
Not what I meant to do
I do what seemed to be
The right thing at one time
But now that time has passed
And I'm the last one
Walking down this path
I walk along the same old streets
Where we used to meet by chance
But now there's not one familiar face
There's not one knowing glance
There's just my memory
A problem that I seem to have
Is not being able to appreciate
The present until it's past
And so it goes