This week's Beer Can was a real bust. 2 knots of wind. I gave up the helm immediately to Trophy Wife and dedicated my beer muscle to serve the roles of providing rail meat and human preventors. Serving in those roles, effectively took me out of the afterguard's conversations. MVP selected to go where the front runners did not, arguing that today was not the day to get in an endless parade. He picked the correct side. In the rolling chop without wind, we miraculously finished 3rd overall and saved our time in 20+ boat fleet. A dozen quit (as we passed them) giving us a big score in the series. I'll have to look at the standings tomorrow.
Those were some of the pissiest conditions ever. I don't know how you did it. I looked over at your stern after you passed us, just to check for smoke!
ReplyDeleteI was going to use my momentum start: rev the motor up and cut it 10 seconds before the 4-minute signal. But then I saw 7 knots of wind suddenly appear. As soon as I cut the engine, the air cut off. It could have been a great start. Instead it stank. I was happy to leave the helm and serve time on the foredeck. Hard on the body, but it eased the soul!
ReplyDeleteWe quit when you passed us. You took two weeks' wind from us.
ReplyDeleteYou want to know what it's doing now? It's 15 knots steady, gusting to 27.5 knots. People are in the bar scratching their heads and drinking and drinking and drinking.
ReplyDeleteBlowing in the 20's all day; wind advisory. Think of it: all that air-energy going to waste! No racing = no crew = no sailing. It's the pits!
ReplyDeleteWhat would they be saying in Tuscaloosa about air energy going to waste?
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