My dad and I use to sail Solings with the Mission Bay Yacht Club Soling Fleet. Our fleet had a reputation for being a rather rambunctious bunch that was always having fun. An example of this behavior was a harmless little prank we pulled on a friend and fellow Soling sailor Ian from Orcas Isle, Washington who would come down once or twice a year to race with our fleet.
Around Thanksgiving of 2001, our fleet was going to race in Long Beach and Ian and his crew were coming down to race with us. Ian was also going to take his boat and van that he had left the year before down in San Diego back to Orcas. During that past year the boat and van had been shuffled between fleet members, who would keep it at their house until the neighbors complained. The van was after all an ancient vehicle with a fading, splotchy, multi-hue, powder blue paint job.
Growing tired of the van’s physically unappealing condition or perhaps just seeing the opportunity for mischief, a couple members of our fleet had decided that it was high time to reinvent the van’s image by painting it PINK. So, the van had been painted the most annoying, Barbie bright, uncomfortable shade of pink right before it was to be reunited with Ian.
Ian’s reaction went something like this:
“So, where’s the van?”
“Over there.”
“You mean behind that pink…Oh my God!”
Since then, Pink Van has been a symbol for the vivacity and dark humor of our Soling Fleet and in that tradition Ian left the Pink Van down in San Diego for another year.
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And the picture to go with the story. I'm sitting on the roof.
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