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Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Sir Robin Knox-Johnston is a living middle finger to those who think life ends at 65.

Like me, you probably woke up late, slouched around the house for a few hours before checking the internet and going back to sleep. Later, you had a microwaved bite to eat, and hours later, dinner came with cold white wine and a warm meal. Then back to sleep --- waking up 12 hours later for the ole office job at John Q. Non-profit Corporation in your nation's capital.
On the other hand, on that same day on January 14th, 2007, an old British man named Robin Knox-Johnston --- age 68 --- departed alone on a sailboat from Australia headed for Norfolk, Virginia where he arrived last night at 7:43PM, March 31st --- 75 days at sea --- after a harrowing 14,500 mile leg through the toughest oceans of the world in the Velux 5 Oceans Race. (News Link)
Back in 1969, Sir Robin Knox-Johnston was the first man to sail alone non-stop around of the Earth (wiki link). The Britih papers at the time were preparing an obituary when all of a sudden he coasted into the harbor in England on his jury-rigged excuse for a yacht to break the world record.
This, once again, proves that sailing is --- hands down --- the toughest sport on earth. GOD DAMN basketball, football and all those other men playing with their balls. They're teams of milk-fed pussies in comparison!
Here's an interview of Knox-Johnston last year before he departed on this latest race:
He's my new hero. It's a shame that few people will know who he is...
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Amen brother - I can't think of a greater opponenet than ol' muthuh nature. Sailors are a special breed. (Does living on a boat count?)
Shrubs: That's a tough call. I think Johnston would win on the endurance at sea front, but Hemingway would win in a drinking contest, hands down.
Strathy: Wait, you live on a boat but never sail it? I don't believe you.
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Strathy: Wait, you live on a boat but never sail it? I don't believe you.
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