#race boat

[livesunique]

‘Elena’

Elena is a traditional sailing schooner that was built and launched in 2009 from Factoria Naval de Marin. Elena has been conscientiously recreated from Morton Plant’s 1910 commission of the same name using the original drawings by designer Nathaniel G Herreshoff.

Photo by James Robinson Taylor

#art #design #super yacht #sailing #sailing yacht #boat #ship #elena #luxurylifestyle #schooner #vintage yacht #classic yacht #1928 #race boat #santander #new york #trans-atlantique #sea #ocean #travels #history #style #sailinglife

[planeyboys]

One looks a bit like a jet plane, the other thinks they are a jet plane

#boat #race boat #catamaran #f2 boats

[moodboardmix]

C’est Normal 52R Hybrid Speedboat,

There’s no other dayboat like it out there, and it claims the title of “the world’s fastest RIB ever built.” Even in pre-delivery runs, the c’est normal 52R Hybrid broke the Rib World Record of 101.6 knots (116 mph/187 kph), “flying” at 104.2 knots (120 mph/192 kph).

Courtesy: Jon Olsson and Bernico Powerboats

#art #design #boat #speedboat #c'est normal #it's normal #hybrid #52r #jon olsson #bernico powerboat #powerboat #speed #race #rib world record #luxurylifestyle #performance boat #hight-speed #military #race boat

[scavengedluxury]

When politicians say they want to take Britain back the 1950s and they actually deliver.

#oxbridge boat race #uk politics #water pollution #can some future Ministers fall in pls

[sentimentoz]

#pier #boat #big bear #california #lake #race boat #jetski #water #mountains #hills #southern california #faded #drunk #beer #good times #vibes #fishing #hiking #jungle #chill #socal #lakes

[songofstrawhats]

An absolutely iconic line from Usopp here tbh

#I'M CUTER NOW KEEP ROWING #incredible #one piece #usopp #nami #from chapter 307 #during the davy back boat race lmao

[scentedperfectionperson]

Sun and wind to power Energy Observer catamaran on six year circumnavigation

PARIS (AP) — The first self-sufficient boat powered only by emission-free energy will start a six-year trip around the world in the spring.

Energy Observer, a former multi-hull race boat converted into a green vessel equipped with solar panels, wind turbines and a hydrogen fuel cell system will be powered by wind, the sun, and self-generated hydrogen.

The 5 million euro ($5.25 million) boat, which is currently in a shipyard in Saint-Malo, will set sail from the Brittany port and will make its first of 101 stops across 50 countries in Paris as part of a six-year circumnavigation.

for more information:

#wind power #solar power #energy #race boat #solar panels

[reyenii]

COXSTROKE: ‘tonight is your best shot’

#coxstroke nation this is for you!!! #i couldn’t find any edits with them soo #i decided to fix it #think about how don focuses on bobby for the rest of the race #looking into his eyes and listening to his commands cause nothing else matters #this scene changed me as a person. #bobby moch is don hume’s anchor #and don hume is bobby moch’s anchor and no one can change my mind #the boys in the boat #bobby moch #don hume #bobby moch x don hume #jack mulhern #luke slattery #grizz visser

[goodtimeswithgrian]

molecule sized

#anyway. watching the grand prix boat race thing #szad.txt

[benchpressingbanlikeyou2]

General synopsis of the greatest piece of cinema of 2023 🔥🔥

#alabama brawl #alabama fight #Montgomery brawl #Montgomery fight #riverboats #race war #the avengers #the avengers infinity war #infinity war #endgame #the avengers the end game #the avengers end game #river boat brawl #riverboat fight #riverboat brawl #River boat fight

[landopics]

Right.

I’m wrapping Lando in bubble wrap.

He can’t be trusted

#lando norris #what’s happened to his nose? #bet you McLaren said no to the quadrant 24hr race due to possibly injuring himself before Miami #and yet he’s been injured whilst parting on a boat #if it’s broken can he drive? #TW blood #tw injury

[planeyboys]

I was watching boat racing yesterday imagining that the checkered flag signals that it’s time to play checkers

#Race boat #speedboat #hydroplane #catamaran #F2 race boat #checkers

[ltwilliammowett]

The boat race fresco at Sulamani Temple (built 1183 A.D.) in Bagan (Pagan) Myanmar, which is riddled with more than 2200 ancient temples from the 11th-13th centuries and earlier.

#naval art #naval artifacts #naval history #boat race #myanmar #asian seafaring #12th century #medieval seafaring #river vessels

[vintagepromotions]

University of London Boat Club poster for the Winter Eights race (1934).

#vintage poster #ulbc #university of london boat club #winter eights #boat #boat race #rowing #london #december #1930s #british

[guy60660]

The Boat Race

#athlete #The Boat Race

[tanoraqui]

Trick or treat!

This is the askbox equivalent of a king-size candy bar, I guess.

In the late part of Fingon and Celechwes's wedding (both in a continuity where Celechwes was already pregnant or in which pregnancy was the Plan but never came to fruition, and Gil-Galad was a random sergeant from Nargothrond who stepped the fuck up), Lalwen, very drunk, leaned against Círdan's side where they sat together on a balcony overlooking the moonlit first rise of the River Sirion, and asked if he wanted children one day.

After centuries of correspondence both formal and informal, such questions were easy between them, if particularly intimate tonight. Círdan admitted that he did think of it with yearning sometimes - but he had other duties and loves, and at any rate, he'd never found someone to have a child with.

Lalwen promised that if he still hadn't found someone when this was all over ("this" the war, the Siege, the Long Peace, which they had no real hope of ending in conquest themselves but which they thought Morgoth could never break, either), she would happily marry him, and bear "more children than Nerdanel."

Círdan said, amused and fond, that that seemed excessive, and one or two would likely be quite enough.

Lalwen agreed. "All my siblings are overly ambitious." Then she slid down and fell asleep in his lap, because quite frankly Lalwen could never hold her alcohol.

About 200 years later, after "this" was, in fact, all over - and they'd both helped raise a king to adulthood, and the Sirion and all the waters and lands of Beleriand were lost beneath the sea - they stood on a new shore and Lalwen wept because she would miss him terribly, her dearest friend left, as she would miss Gil-Galad and her few other remaining niblings, and all those of their jumbled people who chose to stay...but she couldn't bear to stay herself. Too many had died, from the first steps upon the Ice - from the blood-stained docks of Alqualondë, from the Darkened steps of Formenos! - and she couldn't endure a single change of seasons more, watching the trees go dull and bear again.

Anyway, she said, wiping her nose quite unprincesslike on her sleeve, those who Sailed now needed someone to speak for them in the high courts of the West. Even Finrod, even Idril...well, they hadn't been here in the end, much as those who had arrived (and survived) through the end had never been here for the long years of joy and peace. Someone of repute needed to go who had endured through the whole long Age, and Lalwen was more or less the only one left (humble enough to seek forgiveness).

Círdan, tears on his cheeks as well, promised to see her again first thing when he one day followed (which would be many, many years in the future, they both knew, because he had long-since been bidden to Sail West last of all the Elves of Arda).

(Now, that was always a little exaggerated, because even after Círdan the Shipwright has Sailed, for Ages unto the End of the World, there may always be one last stubborn elf isolated in a forest glade who decides that enough is enough and builds a clumsy canoe from a fire-hollowed tree, or maybe no more than a raft; and so long as their aim is true, Ulmo will see them safely to their promised home.

But the fact remains: one day, Men will look back and deem that the winters have grown harsher, or awkwardly more mild, and overall less wonderfully crisp; and the summers have grown more fiery, or awkwardly lukewam, and overall less perfectly golden; and the brooks babble less happily and the rustling of tree leaves sounds less like conversation... A few will say it is because the last of the Elves has finally left us behind. Most will say, in later days yet, that it was early signs of anthrocentric climate change and the pre-industrial revolution bringing increased population and burning of etc etc…)

Some years hence, Círdan and Lalwen sat together on a bluff overlooking the eastern sea, which once they viewed as the western sea, and Círdan said, "Do you remember our conversation just before you fell asleep at Celechwes and Fingon's wedding party?" (She did.) "If you're still willing - well, the truth is, I was speaking with Ossë and we..."

Now, a thing you should know about Círdan Shipwright, in his youth called Nowë, is that he is possibly the only elf of note to have stayed on good terms with all the Elvish peoples of Middle Earth through all the ages he dwelt on its shores. Even Elrond feuded with Mirkwood for a few centuries in the early Third Age! But Círdan was universally known and respected for his patience, his diplomacy, both his deep wisdom and his common sense...

Less well-known, though never deliberately hidden, was the fact that his dearest friend in the world was Ossë, Lord of Storms, and nothing delighted him more than to sail a sturdy one-elf coracle out to the heart of a wild sea-storm and fling his heart open to the crashing waves, the howling winds, the crash and the flash and the rain so hard and seas so high that the songs of air and water, up and down, tangled together in a glorious symphony that wasn't discordant, not anymore, but couldn't be said to be safe either... But Círdan was one of the greatest sailors the world ever knew and the ships of his own hand were steadier yet, and Ossë was only there to play, not to rage. Together they danced and sang, while Uinen kept a discreet eye out from a distance to be sure everything stayed safe, sane and consensual.

(This might explain, a little, why Círdan got along so well with the ever-tempestuous Noldor.)

Meanwhile, Lalwen had a reputation for being "the normal one" of the House of Finwë. She hadn't put any particular effort into this, she'd just never died in battle nor told a Vala to fuck off to their face, nor even created any legendary objects of power. She threw a good party and had a well-honed knack for stopping fights before they started.

Their wedding was extremely tame by Noldorin standards, and only a little dramatic by the standards of the Falas - a simple beachfront affair with extended family and a few dozen good friends, with no more glitter than the gems mixed into the sand and Eärendil sailing brightly above. (In balance, Fingolfin, who'd been shipping this since roughly 200 FA and not just because it would've been wildly politically convenient, threw his sister THE most glorious gaudy bachelorette party. Possibly ever.)

They were entirely open about the fact yes, naturally, they were marrying because they loved each other dearly and, after so long apart, they looked forward to being bound together for eternity - though probably not living together all the time, because Lalwen was at heart a city girl and now that Círdan never had to worry about random large predators, bandits or shadow-laced bad weather, he slept on the beach or on a ship 9 nights out of 10 -

- and also that Lalwen was going to more or less serve as a surrogate birth mother for a child brought into the world by Círdan and Ossë. Ossë couldn't bear it himself, see; his nature was too inherently destructive...

People who didn't know them well tended to blink at this; think, Well, it's Círdan and Lalwen - they must know what they're doing. It must be reasonable and not insane; and move on thoughtlessly. Some even forgot as soon as the subject changed, because it wasn't in line with what they knew.

People who knew them well asked things like, "What?" and "How!?!", and even, "Is that safe? Have you consulted Thingol, the Vanandili, the Fëantúri - "

(Lalwen shrugged at her older brother. "We're going to make it up as we go. Don't worry, Nolo! Uinen will be involved as well, to keep everything as peaceable as an infant fëa needs, and myself as well. We've literally had foursomes before - and this time, it won't be stretched across several thousand miles plus the Straight Road.")

Faliel ("daughter of the waves") is a basically normal Elvish girl, except she casually runs on water, and breathes it if she gets into the rhythm of it (saltwater is much easier, but freshwater works, too.)

#ask meme #ceridawn #lalwen #cirdan #the silmarillion #my fic #ficlet #metaphysiogenetically weird girls of the extended house of finwe no.2 #celechwes concludes that this logically some sort of niece to her; and teaches faliel the joys of Really Fast #she races boats and waves and stormwinds