Many of you have heard about the secret freestyle spot I've found. If not, I'll bring you up to speed. I had discovered the spot sailing at another local beach on the north shore. The problem was finding a launch to get to what looked like freestyle heaven. So when I got home I googled a bit and found a road that lead right to where I wanted to sail. The only problem was that this particular launch was in an incorporated village, and anyone residing outside the village could not park or use the beach there. Apparently satan himself guarded this little piece of heaven. The first 2 days we sailed until we couldn't sail anymore, but on the 3rd day at our little spot George and I got the boot. We were told we couldn't park there and to not come back or we would be ticketed. When George heard the news he said he knew it was too good to be true, hung his head low and de-rigged in disbelief of what had just happened. I was in even worse shape. This was the place I was going to learn all the newest moves faster than anywhere I had ever sailed before. Bonaire included!!!
So we drove home after our last spin through heaven. George called me and still couldn't believe we were no longer allowed to sail there. So many thoughts were going through my head as to how we could windsurf there without bringing the cars into the area. Maybe we could park down the road, or maybe park at another beach and sail there. Taking another look at our options I realized that there was really no safe way to reach the secret spot without actually launching there. Then I thought, maybe we could just pay for a pass. Even if I only sailed there one day a year, it would be worth it whatever it cost. So I went online and found the village website. There weren't any signs of a pass being sold to the public outside the village. I kept digging and digging and eventually came across some contact information for some of the town employees and members of government. Then there it was. The Mayor's e-mail. The only logical step from this point in my mind was to now e-mail the Mayor of the village in question. I stated my case and requested special permission to windsurf at the secret spot. I never in a million years thought that I would even get a response from one of the Mayor's assistants, so much as the Mayor herself, but I figured I couldn't be any worse off than I was already. And so the year's most important e-mail was sent. Much to my surprise the very next morning I opened up my e-mail to find a nice little note from the Mayor. She not only granted my request, but also wanted to meet me in person to give me the special pass.
So today I went to the Mayor's office at Village Hall and picked up a one of a kind special access pass to windsurf at my little secret spot. She even excused herself from a meeting to see me when I arrived at Village Hall. She introduced me to my new best friend Bob who made up the written pass on letterhead straight from the desk of the Mayor. So next time "the man" is holding you down, remember if you ask them nicely, you just might get what you want.
Now you know where I'll be every time it blows NE!