Yes, we live the lush life here on the Berkeley Riviera. On race nights, savory zephyrs of grilling sirloin and chanterelles waft down from the yacht club terrace, gently mixing with the jasmine of our manicured gardens. Peacock and pheasant patrol the docks. The washrooms and baths are adorned in Carrara marble.I found this fascinating. See, Lady Bug is on A dock where we live a pretty hard scrabble life. The docks are dirty and falling apart, we don't have dock boxes, we're right by the fishing boat launch ramp, and my neighbor is a trans-pacer (not an AMC Pacer, a trans-pacer). We do have a really nice bathroom and laundry facilities though, I have to admit that.
All is not bliss, though. Last month, I was fined for failing to finish my docklines in Flemish coils.
I used to race with a guy on O dock, I know how good they have it comparatively. But still, I have a key, I realized I should go check out this oasis in the middle of the Berkeley Marina cesspool. And what did I find? Flemish Coils:
One after another
Mind you, these aren't *good* Flemish Coils but this is Berkeley after all. I kept walking and then I saw the pinnacle of Flemish Coils:
On a Berkeley Yacht Club boat no less:
I think I found O-docker. It all makes sense. He's close enough to the yacht club grill to smell it. His lines are coiled nicely. He sees his neighbors trying. And he's a member of BYC so he knows enough about their membership to make fun of the "sirloin".
Sailors and Blog-readers, I present you the highest in Berkeley Marina Accommodations, O Dock:
May their lines always be coiled and don't step on the Peacock droppings!