How hard could it be to start when you've been given an exact
start time? In the middle of the photo, we're balls to the wall,
with less than a minute and a half to the start, wishing we would
have tacked and started the approach twenty seconds earlier.
In the end, that could have made the difference between fourth
and third. Shoulda Coulda Woulda.
The starting sequence, as per PHRF. This way, whoever
crosses the line first wins the effin race.
Pedal to the Metal. We were fast as shit
from start to finish. It all boils down to sail
trim and boat speed. I'm convinced that it's
better to foot than to point.
Pearson sailboats dominated the racecourse.
Boats of all shapes and sizes participated in this pursuit race.
Dead center again, we were on track to working our way
through the fleet with a combination of sail trim, traveler
play, crew weight distribution,
and full attention paid to lifts and headers.
This guy is, week in and week out, the boat to beat.
This is indicative of the wide range of competitors' boats.
Gosh darn Snake Stick, who was given the dubious distinction
of starting first, held out for the majority of the race and finished
third. A few seconds before us.
Dead downwind (my favorite.....not) finish.
We crept up on Snake Stick and went ahead
yards before the finish, but they eked it out at
the short end of the line.
Val sailing Providence II, the boat to beat. Had there been
300 more yards to the finish, he may have beaten us.
Paul used to sail a Pearson 303.
Captain Bill, Tall Oaks Yacht Club Commodore. A visionary,
a driving force behind the TOYC machine, a race official
extraordinaire, a 50/50 raffle-meister nonpareil.