Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

Luego podemos resumir la frase para los traperos en:
"Cuando tu vas, yo volvo" :D
Saludos y :brindis:

Re: ¿Tractores? No, gracias.
 

Creo que piensas que detienes la llave del conocimiento.

A ver si es tan complicado como la mecánica quantica!

¿Vas a deslumbrarnos (a los traperos)
con un modelo super-exótico que no conocemos?:nosabo::nosabo:

:brindis::brindis:

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

Me parece que se va a liar.
Taberneroooo, unas rondas que pago yo:cunao:
:brindis::brindis::brindis:
Odin

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

Pues yo creo que al que le gusta el mar le tienen que gustar las dos cosas,o mas vien todo lo que flota,pero es mas fuerte el argumento de ¿cuanto tiempo tienes?:nop:¿cuantos euros dispones?:sorry:¿la almiranta le gusta el mar?:nosabo:¿los grumetes te acompañan?:cunao:¿se marean en viajes largos?:borracho:etc....Hay muchos condicionantes adicionales a los gustos personales de un armador.¿no? :brindis::brindis::brindis:

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

De eso va este hilo, de montar una buena entre traperos y tractores


:cunao:

Tractores exóticos
 

En otro hilo hacen referencia a esta imagen.

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJ...k_world_22.jpg

Puede que nos equivoquemos todos y que nadie
(salvo el afortunado propietario de esta embarcación)
sepa lo que realmente busca!! :cunao::cunao:

Re: Tractores exóticos
 

:D:D:D

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJ...k_world_22.jpg

Cofrade, no jodas que este es tu velero? ahora comprendo el que no gastes
en velas y solo 12 litros cada tres meses teniendolo de vez en cuando que
endulzar, pero usaras solo uno de los 2 motores que llevas ¿no? el segundo
que es, como garantia por si se levanta alguna tempestad en la Ria de Vigo
y hay que marchar rapidin para puerto? :burlon::meparto::meparto:

Si es asina, se comprende tu defensa a ultranza de los veleros y que
te produzcan escozores de piel los tractores, tractores. Jejeje.

Saludos
Miahpaih

:D:D:D

Tractores exóticos
 

¿Un velero? Si es un tractor exótico anti-crisis hombre.:cunao::cunao:
¿No vés que no tiene mástil?

También confundimos la Ría de Vigo con un río...
¿En vez de gastar tanto en combustible no habría que
primero cuidar la vista?

:brindis::brindis:



http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJ...k_world_22.jpg

Re: Tractores exóticos
 

:D:D:D

Si los tiene y nada menos que 4, claro que con esa vela blanca que lleva
encima, se merece esos 4 mastiles y mas. Por tanto es un velero con 2
motores (Por si falla el viento).
Bien hecho, ya se sabe el panico que les entra a los traperos cuando se
quedan sin maquina Jajajaja :burlon::meparto:

Tú a mi no me la pegas, ese será el Rio Verdugo que desemboca en la Ria de
Vigo.
¿Tu no serás el Hippie de Soutomayor? :cunao::cunao:

Joe, con lo que tú ahorras en combustible, ya le podias pintar el casco,
aunque fuese con flores y ramitas de marihuana. Si, ya sé, está la cosa
muy malita. :D

Pues nada que sigas disfrutando de ese velero pero por Diossss no te metas
en regatas que arrasas de las risas. Jejeje

Saludos
Miahpaih

:D:D:D

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

Pos yo me pido ésta que es como la casita de pin y pon pero en grande y con motor :cunao:

http://newimages.yachtworld.com/1/8/...?1207585794000

Re: Tractores exóticos
 

Me dá a mi que fumas de la buena para ver
4 mástiles en ese tractor.
Yo nací 20 años tarde para ser hippie,
es más bién cosa de tu epoca.

Respecto al pánico cuando los traperos quedan sin motor,
serán halucinaciones tuyas porque siempre podemos regresar
a puerto a vela.:D:D

Re: Tractores exóticos
 

:D:D:D

Si eso es cierto pero no siempre al que quereis ir o despues de tener que
esperar una eternidad a que salte viento. Total para luego pedir remolque
a un barco a motor para que os metan en el mismo.
Osea que de volver a puerto nada, en todo caso a los alrededores.
:cunao::burlon::meparto:

De lo otro, ni en la mejor epoca de Jimmy Hendrix, siempre fué mas con
mi personalidad el Whiskey and Rye, nos pega mas a los tractoristas que
la maria y las "bermuditas" de los traperos :burlon: Jejeje.

Saludos
Miahpaih

:D:D:D

Re: Tractores exóticos
 

A menos que haya temporal y haya que correr a un puerto
de refugio siempre podemos regresar.

El hecho que caiga el viento forma parte de la navegación.
Ahora la diferencia entre quedarse sin motor a una cuantas
millas de la costa en una motora y en un velero es mayúscula.
El velero volverá a puerto y pedirá ayuda al marinero del puerto
para atracar mientras que la motora tendrá que negociar un remolque.
¿A ver quién se queda con cara de pánico?


Espero sinceramente que no todos los tractoristas
tengan esas idea preconcebidas. ¿Será demasiado :borracho::borracho:
que está afectando las neuronas o el calor o la subida
de precio del combustible?

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

:nop: :nop: ¡¡Para nada!! Además de los conocidos Tiburones Blancos y Orcas Asesinas, está el temible y poco conocido "Delfín Tocapelotas" que ataca sobretodo a los que se bañan en "Bolas" y te las puede poner como melones....:pirata::cunao: :cunao: :meparto::meparto::velero: :velero:

Re: Tractores exóticos
 

:D:D:D

Vale, vale, pero eso dependerá de que costa y de que viento. :cunao:

Y ahora para no incordiar en el hilo mas una historia veridica y reciente.

Está en Jinglis, pero por su interes y lo bien contada que está aquí os la
pongo, pues sé que muchos no dominareis la vela pero si el ingles. :D
Para los que no, es un caso pasado hace poco a uno que con un tractor cruzaba de Hawai a la costa oeste USA y pilló a 800millas de tierra una
red de pesca que se encontraba a la deriva.

Puede ser de interes tambien para los que hagan submarinismo.

Es lo que mas miedo me puede causar a mi y supongo que a vosotros.
Las debió de pasar canutas.

We departed Hawaii on the 5th of June against the recommendations of our
weather router who thought that the ride would be too uncomfortable. I looked
at the weather and agreed that the first few days would be uncomfortable but
not unsafe. The first day out, we had ten foot seas on the beam. Each day
these seas reduced a little: 7' to 8' on the second day, 4' to 6' on the third
day. By the fourth day, the ride was comfortable. Planning had taken us
North out of Hawaii until we were on the western edge of the Pacific High.
Then, we turned North East right through the middle of the High where the seas
were the smoothest. Smooth is exactly what we got. By the 10th of June, the
seas were absolutely glassy. Going through the middle of the Pacific High,
also put us right in the middle of the trash pile of the Pacific that you see
mention on the National Geographic Channel on TV. We had to stop briefly for
an incident where we got fishing net tangled in our prop. The seas were
smooth and the tangle was modest. It only took a few minutes to cut the
tangle away. By the 14th of June, we began to exit the other side of the
Pacific High and the seas began building again. On the 15th of June, we were
back in seas that were 4' to 6' when we experienced what should be every
boater's nightmare. Below is the email account of the events of that day. It
should engender some discussion about what to do in similar conditions. I
have already heard from Dave Cooper and Mike Maurice, both extraordinarily
experienced boaters, about their thoughts on the matter. I am hoping that the
story will stimulate thoughts how to better handle such a situation.
06/15
Position:34 01.6N 135 41.1N ( as of 6/16) COG 040M SOG - 6.6 kts

Wind - 330M/12 kts (It has been as high as 18 kts today in gusts.)
Seas - out of the NW at 6' to 8'

It has not been a comfortable ride today with mosly beam seas.

We altered course to Coos Bay (via 36N 132W) per the weather router.


I long for the boring calm days when absolutely nothing happens.
Unfortuately, I think that those days are behind us. Today was a day
with a huge potential for disaster and we got through it with flying
colors.

This morning, a little after 5 AM, I woke up very badly. The door to
the engine room is right next to my bed. When the engine bogged down,
loaded up, and changed pitch, I was on my feet in an instant. Five
seconds later, I had a pair of shorts on and hearing protectors. I
was in the engine room looking at the shaft and the stuffing box
confirming what I already knew: the prop was fouled and bogging the
engine down. Chris was on watch and became aware of the problem while
I was getting dressed. He pulled power on the engine, but didn't know
what else to do. I ran up to the pilot house and put the engine in
nuetral, hoping that the problem was no worse than the other day.
Because the seas were much rougher and colder, I went below and got
into one of my wet suits. Then I ran up to the boat deck, grabbed my
fins, mask and the other Spare Air that was still full. By this time,
Rick was waking up and wondering what was wrong. Because we were
still in the twilight of dawn, I took a dive light down with me. As
soon as I jumped in the water, my worst fears were confirmed: a huge
clump of net and rope was wrapped around the prop and shaft, so much
so that you could barely see the prop from the front side. I
immediately swam back to the swim platform and exited the water. I
told Rick and Chris that the Spare Air would not do it. I had to have
complete dive gear. Chris and I ran around gathering up all of my
gear and assembling it in the saloon. This took about half an hour.
Carrying the tank down from the fly bridge in stiff seas with no way
on was very dangerous. I knew things were not going well when the
first tank I brought down had lost its 'O' ring which keeps air from
leaking out of the seal between the regulator and the tank. Rick
mostly watched and helped where he could. Chris and I discussed
details to make this as safe as possible. I chose to go with very
heavy weights, 25 pounds worth of weights, ten pounds more than
normal. This proved to be both a good thing and a bad thing. With
six to eight foot seas, I was worried about the boat slamming down on
top of me as it pitched and rolled. More weight would allow me to
sink with the boat instead of getting hit over the head with it. I
got a special line cutting knife I had recently bought with a serrated
edge for cutting line. We set up the man overboard tackle at the side
door to help me get in the boat. With six foot pitching seas, the
swim platform becomes a death trap that could kill if it came down on
top of you.

An hour after we stopped the boat, I went back into the water with
full dive gear on. Getting under the stern of the boat, I grabbed
tightly to the fouled netting and began sawing away at the lines. I
quickly realized that the knife I was using was golden. No other
knife would be able to penetrate the massive tangle of lines that was
wound around the prop.

I worked for about twenty minutes sawing away at the mass of net and
rope which had stopped us dead in the water. Suddenly, my mouth
filled with water. To get a little water in your mouth while diving
is not unusual and there are procedures to deal with it. I pushed out
away from the boat and did the first of these procedures: I blew out
through the regulator to clear the water out. Immediately, my mouth
filled with water again,. So I did the next procedure: I reached up
to push the purge valve on my secondary stage to use tank air to clear
out the regulator. Only one problem with pushing the purge valve,
there was no regulator. All I was left with was the mouth piece still
between my lips.

About this time, my brain and my body began having a conversation:

Brain: "Well this is another fine pickle you've gotten me into! This
is the same situation Sandi got into when she drowned and almost died.
Is it time for panic yet?"

Body: "No don't worry. I've still got breath. I'll just swim up to
the boat."

Brain: "You mean THAT boat way up there? While you were talking, all
of that weight you have on you made you SINK. The surface must be
more than ten feet away now. Are you ready for the adrenaline, yet?"

Body: "No, I can still make it, I'll just kick with my fins."

Brain: "Well, you're not doing anything. With all that weight,
you're barely maintaining ten feet, not going up. Here comes the
adrenaline."

Body: "Listen Brain, I don't have the energy for adrenaline. All I
have to do is press the inflator valve on my bouyancy vest. Here we
go!"

Needless to say, after all that I was exhausted when I got back to the
boat. Rick and Chris literally had to haul me back to the boat by the
safety line while I tried to keep from inhaling water from the waves
breaking over my head. Getting into and out of the boat in all that
gear was eating up my energy as much as anything else. I collapsed in
the saloon, soaking the rug, the chair and everything else. I sat
there for twenty minutes trying to get my energy back and my courage
up to get in the water again.

I repaired the regulator and made up a line to tie the knife to my
wrist, one I could get out of in case it got tangled. I feared the
thought of going under the boat again, but we were disabled 800 miles
from land. I jumped back in the water and started sawing on the net.
In about five minutes, the line tied to the knife slipped off my
hand. I pulled back from the mess and reattached in over my wrist,
only to find that there was nothing on the other end! Looking down, I
could see the "special" knife spiraling down to Davy Jones Locker.
For a brief second, I thought about going after it. But I really
wanted to say what Bill Paxton's character, Hudson, on the movie
"Aliens" said, "GREAT, JUST GREAT! NOW WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?"

I climbed back into the boat and collapsed in the saloon again while
Rick scoured the boat looking for some other cutting tool that would
work. He found a leatherman jack knife that had a serrated blade on
it. Rick asked me if I though putting the boat into gear would help.
I said that would be the worst thing that could happen. It would undo
all of my work and wrap the loose netting even tighter. Finally, I
worked my courage and energy up again to go back in the water again.

I sawed away at the mass for another twenty minutes while riding a
roller coaster under the boat. I began making some progress. I
managed to free most of the lose mass (about half of the total) from
around the prop and pushed it away in a large cloud of rope and net.
The other half was wound concrete tight around the shaft in a three
inch thick bulk. I sawed all the way through the mass at one point
but it wouldn't bulge. I realized that I was going to have to take it
apart in sections, but I had no more energy. I surfaced and Rick and
Chris pulled me in and helped me into the boat. Again, I collapsed
into the chair in the saloon. I had to balance what I had left inside
me with safety. I told the crew that I didn't think I could get all
of the line off the prop. I could get a large portion of it, but some
of it was just too tightly wound around the shaft.

I also told Rick to try putting the boat in gear. Most of the loose
stuff was off and the tight stuff couldn't get wound any more
tightly. Rick ran it in forward and reverse a few times while I
rested. He said that he thought we could limp in at a lower power
setting. He said, "That stuff is all around us out here. There is a
huge patch of it just off the starboard side of the boat."

"Yah," was all I could manage as I got up and steeled myself for
another trip into the water, my FIFTH. As soon as I got below the
surface, I realized that the large patch of net Rick had seen was the
stuff from around our prop! If I could yell under water, I would
have. I took a few minutes clearing the last remnant of net from
around the shaft and then surfaced. Apparently, putting the engine in
gear had broken the tangle where I had sawed through it but could not
remove it. I was beat up and exhasted. I had half a dozen cuts and
abrasions on my hands and only enough energy to shower and collapse in
bed. The boat had been disabled for three hours and I had been in
the water for five dangerous dives. The boat fared little better.
The interior was trashed from rough seas and a wet diver. At least
one of the crew had gotten sea sick as the boat flopped around. But
we are SAFE and on our way unencumbered again.
P. E.
Flat Earth N50

Saludos
Miahpaih

:D:D:D

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

Por no hablar del pez polla

Salut
:brindis::brindis:

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

:burlon::burlon::burlon: Mira que sois envidiosos los tractoristas:burlon::burlon::burlon:

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

Si lo de menos es que disfruten del mar:cunao::sorry:

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

EL Miahpaih se cree que nos vamos a leer semejante ladrillo ??? joder para eso me compro un libro.

Este seguro que es trapero con tiempo infinito para ir a 4 nudos durante semanas, por eso tiene tiempo para semejante parrafada que NADIE se va a leer.

:meparto::meparto:

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

Imagino que lo dices en broma. De todos modos yo sí me lo he leido, he aprendido algo de la historia descrita y agradezco a Mia la molestia.
:brindis:
Odin

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

:D:D:D

Anda leetelo que no era un trapero, era tractorista y de los buenos, joer
Hawai / Costa Oeste USA, (Coos Bay) eso son lo menos 2.800 millas de distancia.

Que no nos pase, yo desde luego me abro las venas antes que pasar por
esa aventura.

Saludos
Miahpaih

:D:D:D

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

Mira te lo voy a resumir:
Es un tio que va con un tractor una hatá de lejos y se le enrrolla una red en la hélice. O sea que se queda enredao. Se tira al agua con un cuchillo para cortar la red y se le pierde. Coje otro mucho mejor y se lo ata a la muñeca para no perderlo:rolleyes:.. y lo vuelve a perder:nosabo:. Al final usa toda la cubertería que venía cuando compró el barco y termina cortando la red:nosabo: o algo así....:burlon: :brindis: :brindis:

We departed Hawaii on the 5th of June...
 

Yo si he tomado el tiempo de leerlo y es escalofriante.
Sobre todo cuando se va hacía el fondo y no dá de sí
para volver a subir por llevar demasiado plomo.
:brindis::brindis:

Re: We departed Hawaii on the 5th of June...
 

joder os tragais cada ladrillo, je je je sois todos traperos reconocerlo ja ja ja ja (capitán trucho gracias por el summary)

Yo me se otra historia terrorífica pero esta vez de un catamarán a vela, que creo todos habeis oído (salio en el telediario también creo recordar).

Resulta que apareció un catamarán a la deriva a no se cuantas millas al oeste de Australia con la comida puesta en la mesa, todo impecable y sin rastro de la tripulación.

La policía llegó a la conclusión de que los tripulantes decidieron darse un chapuzón antes de la cena, y a ninguno se le ocurrió bajar la escalerilla de baño........... da miedo ehhhhh ???? joder yo cuando lo leí me dio un acojone increible.

Curiosamente una pareja de amigos que vinieron en mi lanchita motora el verano pasado, lo primero que me dijeron al estar fondeados es que si podíamos abrir la escalerilla de baño, a lo que yo pregunté: si claro pero porque ?? y van y me cuentan la misma historia ja ja ja ja ja

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

:brindis::brindis:para todos, pero no lancéis los jarros, vale?
personalmente disfruto el mar en cualquier cosa que flote, pero la navegación, a vela. salgo bastante de pesca en barcos a motor de amigos pescadores, y disfruto tanto el paseo como la propia pesca, pero ni ganas de ponerme al timón, soy pasajero absoluto. por supuesto que doy una mano para tirar el hierro, o colaborar en el atraque, pero en un velero disfruto cada momento del viaje, ya sea a la caña, en la proa, haciendo banda o lo que haga falta. o haraganeando en la bañera con una cerveza (y eso es la mayor parte del tiempo) sin la molestia del ruido del motor ni el olor del escape, que para mi gusto combinan mal con el mar.
por cierto, por aquí no está prohibido salir y entrar al puerto a vela, y quienes tienen un amarre "facil" muchas veces lo hacen. he disfrutado de hermosas jornadas de navegación sin haber encendido la chocolatera, excepto la perceptiva prueba de funcionamiento antes de salir (tampoco somos inconscientes).
que cada uno pueda disfrutar el mar como más le guste, y seguid arrojándoos taburetes a la cabeza, si es lo que os divierte!!!
:brindis::brindis: y buenos vientos

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

Pues tu has de alucinar cuando lees como nuestras autoridades no paran de darnos mazasos en la cabeza...

:brindis:

Re: ¿Tractores? Sí, gracias.
 

es que aquí los navegantes somos un colectivo poco numeroso, y por lo tanto fi$calmente poco atractivo. por eso nos dejan (más o menos) en paz.