Hi all, I'm an ex-windsurfer, now kiter. I happened upon this thread and thought I'd share an old but good yarn, especially as a lot of the top 20 finishers are still the same crew who were at it way back when.
1996 Ledge to Lancelin, I still remember it clearly. 20 odd knots, I was on a 6.9 Sailworks Syncro ProII and a caveman 275 slalom board.
Got an OK start and fairly quickly settled into 4th place down the first deep leg with Anders Bringdal in the lead followed by Steve Allen then Scott McKercher. Dan Engdahl was just behind me and I think there was a fair gap after that, though I was looking forwards more than back.
It was a fast race and the first three maintained an even spacing as Dan and I battled for fourth. It was pretty intense, as Dan and I were also flatmates at the time and even though what happened on the water generally stayed on the water, the house wasn't always big enough that season! I recall Dan and I switching places a few times though by the last leg out I had a couple of hundred metres on him.
I rounded the boat and put pedal to the metal and headed downwind for the channel trailing Scott by a few hundred metres. With nobody else in sight it looked like a clean 4th place. Yet, as I was maybe 20 metres from the beach and about to jump off, Dan popped out from under the jetty and as we both sprinted to the line he pipped me by a second!!
What happened? The leg from the last mark to the channel was pretty deep that year so Dan had risked coming through hole in the wall to get a faster and more direct line. He made it through the reef and then landed just upwind of the southern jetty, running along the beach to sneak into 4th. Still, 5th was OK and I grabbed a quick lift back to Ledge to pack up my other rigs. And then ...
As I unrigged the other ten sails I would have had set up (back in the day of 0.3m increments), Chris Lockwood's uncle Phil showed up in his new Porsche. I knew Phil as I sailed with Chris a fair bit back then and occasionally crashed at the Lockwood residence, vagrant that I was.
So, still pumped full of adrenaline I say to Phil, "Let's go for a spin." To my surprise he said yes, and off we went. I don't want to incriminate the guy but the speeds we reached in the next twenty minutes on the sweeping back-roads were ridiculous. I still remember the kick as Phil dumped that beast into third and we were quickly doubling the limit still with punch to spare in fourth.
Thankfully Phil was more reliable round the corners than his nephew (who was still learning to control his speed

) and we made it back to Ledge in one piece.
All that remained was to drive my old van back to Lancelin and enjoy the presentation and partying!! That, my friends, was my best LOC story.
A big HI to all you guys still sailing over there. It's a while since I held a boom but I've been kiting pretty avidly the past three years. Who knows though, maybe I'll get to WA again sometime ...
Happy sailing,
Brendan Bond