One of the most friendly teams I’ve met is Sisitership (Sistership.org). The boat is a totally tricked out trimaran, from watching the crowds on the docks it’s a favorite. Sistirership is an organization in the loosest sense of the word, but is totally dedicated to getting women on the gnarliest machines and in the worst conditions possible on the sea.
They’re local. The leader of the group provides her Toyota pickup for the team’s use (decorated with team’s logo; she’ll do anything to hype the cause) which is usually parked next to me, outside my dining room window. They come and go, but always parking next to me.
When I got up this morning the truck’s windshield was “Port Townsended”, bombarded by seagull poop. At 0600 I was drinking coffee reading the news, and she came up to take the truck out. I opened my window and handed out a bottle of window cleaner and some paper towels.
The truck went out, with a windshield you could actually see through. Then the crowds came, with no parking to be found for a mile, especially here.
I was taking pictures, and when I turned around the truck was parked under my bedroom slide. She knew it would be cool, and I was glad she knew that.
Geez, these are my friends that are going on a most dangerous endeavor…