Hey Marcus,
Have you ever done any iceboating? If the conditions are just right (black ice, warm windy day) these boats just glide along. 90 mph is quite common on days like that. Iceboats sail fastest downwind. Your aparent wind is on the nose at 10 degrees of the bow or so. If it is blowing say 30 mph and you are going downwind at 90 mph then you feel a 60 mph headwind (well not quite because you are not going dead downwind, but you get the idea). You are bundled up in a snowsuit with thick gloves, a helmet, goggles and usually a face mask. so you do not have any part of your skin exposed. The wind sort of whistles through your helmet, but other than that, there is no noise at all. Assuming you are sailing on a nice big lake where the other shore is several miles away and you can see a good mile or two in any direction, you are not at any risk of hitting anything. If the ice is really black, then you can see the smallest objects from a good distance off. The biggest problem is if there are any expansion cracks on the ice, but those always appear in the same spot on the lake, so any local boater will know right where they all are. So, you really don’t get the sensation that you are in any sort of peril. You are just sailing. Yes, you can tell you are going fast, but it is not like in a car where any small movement of the wheel will send you into the ditch. In an iceboat, you feel in complete control at those speeds.
The day I got that speeding ticket, the wind was blowing out of a bay on the lake. The lake necks down between a point of land on one side and an island of the other. This results in a venturi effect that causes the wind speed to increase in the channel. We called it the wind tunnel (for anyone who knows Lake Minnetonka, the wind was blowing out of Excelsior bay). So the wind speed as you blasted through that channel was probably topping 40 mph. You could feel the squirt as you hit that spot on the run. After coming out the other side, you would slow down a little bit, but the friction is so low that you really don’t feel it. The sail starts luffing a little and you need to head up to get your aparent wind back and then the sails grab again and you continue off toward the other shore at something closer to 90 or 100. I’m guessing I only hit 120 for a few seconds. But aparently that was enough for Mr. Sheriff…
To be quite honest, I don’t think I actually was going that fast. I have no idea how well radar guns work adainst wood and fiberglass boats. The only metal on the boat is the stays and the runners. I bet the radar return was screwed up and his gun got all confused and over-reported my speed. Either that or he decided to write the ticket higher because he was in a pretty foul mood and wanter to teach me a lesson.
Ernst,
Yeah, the Sheriff was none too pleased when the judge tossed out the case. But it did sound pretty ridiculous to have given a sailboat a speeding ticket…
When he had “pulled me over” I had no idea what was going on. I thought maybe there was a family emergency and they had sent the sheriff out to tell me to come home or something. It took me about 3/4 of a mile to come to a stop and the whole time I was thinkng the worst. By the time he got out of his car, I had my helmet off and was walking over to him fully expecting him to have some bad news. The first words out of his mouth were “Son, do you know how fast you were going?”. I was not expecting that at all. After a stunned momentary silence, I replied “No. My boat does not have a speedometer on it.” He asked me to take a guess. I know the speed limit on the lake so I said “Maybe 40 or 45?” He got a pretty grumpy look on his face and said “I don’t think so! try 120!” and started writing up the ticket. I figured I was in some deep trouble at that point so I just shut up and waited for him to hand me the ticket. Then I sailed back home - slowly.
The worst part was there was about 5 or 6 more good sailing days before the snow finally came and ended the sailing season. I was so scared of that sheriff that I didn’t go out sailing at all for the rest of the season. Good iceboating days are rare and that damn sheriff had ruined the remainder of the season for me.
Will Gorgen