In Our Weekly Wednesday Afternoon Beer-Can Race
We were short-handed. No one there to call out time, and operate the GPS; the vang broke, or part of it did; at the leeward mark, fewer hands meant that the jib sheet clutch was inadvertently lifted during the take down, causing the jib to twist backwards around the forestay; we may have fouled the boat rounding before us. But who cares? we had to spin the boat anyway to save the jib. This was our worse spinnaker dousing, ever. Kelp lodged in the prop gave us 'prop-walk' as we tried several times to back into our slip. Another crew member bought her own boat. She's the fourth deserter in a month to leave in that matter. I was too depressed and embarrassed to go to the Club afterwards.
But, all-in-all, I could have had a
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