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PPYC
Jul 22, 2010, 2:48:54 PM7/22/10
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Well it's been a couple days of Bikram yoga to detox my system, so
thus the slowness to post on the event from last weekend. My H.S.
buddy (Class of 81!) Terry and I left here on Friday at the peak of NW
traffic hell and broke the law all the way to Oak Harbor (carpool w/
trailer). Got to NAS Whidbey to enjoy the "Sound of Freedom" (A-6's
taking off and landing) all the while stepping the rig and getting it
rigged. Set up the tent that I grabbed from the camping closet and
realized that it was the kid's play tent. No way we were gonna both
fit in it. (Which I was kinda glad, as the two of us in the tent kinda
creeps me out.) So I slept in the Explorer, and Terry slept w/ his
feet hanging out the doorway of the tent. Sat morning I got up and out
and to the Dock master for a slip and a faster approach to the
evenings drink tent after sailing. Spashed the boat and sculled over
to the slip and headed for the skippers meeting. Amazed to see close
to forty people milling around at the tent area, unfortunatly they
were the F-18, Hobie tiger, and A-cat guys. so we split the groups as
the Gary the event organizer was going to have us on two courses and
thus the angles for collisions would be reduced. So that left us w/
Thomas and his brother Tim w/ their C-scow "Quagmire" Giggidy,
Giggidy! Awl-right!. Two brothers from Vancouver on a Tasar. Dave
and his buddy on their Buckineer, "Oopsie Daisey", Brennan on his
Laser, and Lilly on her Laser, both from Bellingham, and us on our
Johnson, "BEAT-IT", with a tribute to M.J. So we were towed out to
the entrance of Saratoga Passage and the isthmus between Oak Harbor
and Penn Cove (mussle-ville mmmmmm.) where they set up a course w/ a
jibe mark and four options to sail. Light overcast/fog and lighter
breezes (sub 8) with a easterly predicted for the afternoon. Around
here that is the death-nell for sailing ("but it could go to 15knts")
(never) so we got the first race of as a simple windward leward 1
lapper to see how everyone looks. With the lightness of wind and Terry
and I having not sailed together in 2 yrs. we weren't on the same page
on headsail trim. He'd bring it in and I'd pinch up and he'd bring it
in and I'd pinch up, repeat! so we finished behind Dave in the
Buckineer and Thomas in the Scow. Race 2 was pretty much the same and
the same result. With the breeze being so light our fat asses had to
drive deep instead of plane the boat. Race 3 we had alittle more
breeze at the start and I had a good start on port at the boat end
after going under the fleet (kinda snuk in there) and hit the line
with clean air all the way to the windward mark and got there first,
with a reach leg, and then another windward, leward, and a finish in
first! Finally! Then the sun came out. Now when we have easterly
pressure and the sun comes out it pretty much shuts off the wind. And
the sun becomes pretty intense in the basin that is the Puget Sound.
Kinda like a magnifying glass intense. So our next race we got clean
air and was killing the fleet in a nice groove till we were about to
where we had tacked the previous race only to look over to see that
the tender was moving the windward mark to shorten the course,
arrrgggg! We tacked over and all got to the mark as a group and lost
the 6-8 boat advantage we had gained. Set the kite and settled into a
nice current drift to the leward mark. I actually saw .8knts on the
"NOT Class legal" Velocitek Speedpuck that I have on the mast. Now
that big freekin main on the scow when going dead down is difficult to
sail around. It takes all of the air from everyone. So we are laying
on the sole of the boat shriveling up like a couple worms in the sun
on hot asphalt watching the scow walk everyone to the leward mark. But
we are all within 10 boats of each other when we get there, and round
to a beat that has no rhythm and sail to the finish. And guess who is
there first to finish but Lilly, on her Laser. So the day is called
and we head back to the marina. Med-tie (stern-in) the boat and hit
the showers, then the Tent! This event is sponsored by Mount gay and a
couple local breweries (Deschutes and Boundry Bay) so there was lots
to be had. Saturday is the arrival day for other boats and the Melges
24 fleet as they do a tune-up Sunday with a guest speaker or two. The
tent area has quadrupled in size from 10 motorhomes and campers to 40
and twice as many tents! There were 85 boats pre-registered when I
last looked for the week of racing. So the tent had a DJ for Sat
night and we hung around till 9 and then went for some dinner at a
local bar in Coupeville called Toby's for some Penn Cove's and Fish-n-
chips. The two lesbians that sat next to us at the bar were funny,
and so drunk that one asked if we wanted to try to convert her friend
to the "Dark Side" (Scary) ("but we live just up the street!") The
bartender threw them out! Sunday we awoke to the same conditions, sad,
and we headed out to the course to start at 12. Alittle more wind by
14:00 and we finally got the boat to plane alittle on the reach legs.
Alas after racing 7 starts everyone had found their groves and we were
all finishing in the same orders, Buckineer, Tasar, us, Scow, Laser,
Laser. We ended up with 10 starts in 2 days. Now we all agreed to run
what we brung and to race PHRF which is the shitsandwich that it is,
and every bite you take is harder to swallow especially at the awards!
Which there were now close to 400 people at the drink tent w/ a
band! So... the order was, and is the C-scow, as they rate 78, us
as we rate 86 and sucked on the leward legs, Tasar as those guys are
headed to the Pan-am Games in 18 months (and just better as a team for
sure!) Dave in the Buccineer (scary, as I thought that the Blue Pig
rated like 140+ by lookin at it!) (Not an attractive boat in my
opinion) Then Brennan in his Laser, and finally, yes you guessed it
THE 17 YEAR OLD GIRL beat us all! Man, that tastes terrible! I don't
think any kind of sauce can make that taste good! But the guys on
"Quagmire" put it in perspective; They say "You're how old?", she
says, "17" , They say "18, awl-right", she says, "MOM!", They say
"I like where this is going. Giggidy, Giggidy, GIG-A-DY!" So as an
inaugural DWI attendee, I can say that for a $35 entrance fee, two
$20.00 drink wristbands, and $12.00 for the slip, that was a pretty
good weekend!
I think to improve my chances for next year is to hire a 120# stripper
to show her hooters and distract everyone on the leward legs. I mean
really, isn't racing just how fast do you want to spend?
thus the slowness to post on the event from last weekend. My H.S.
buddy (Class of 81!) Terry and I left here on Friday at the peak of NW
traffic hell and broke the law all the way to Oak Harbor (carpool w/
trailer). Got to NAS Whidbey to enjoy the "Sound of Freedom" (A-6's
taking off and landing) all the while stepping the rig and getting it
rigged. Set up the tent that I grabbed from the camping closet and
realized that it was the kid's play tent. No way we were gonna both
fit in it. (Which I was kinda glad, as the two of us in the tent kinda
creeps me out.) So I slept in the Explorer, and Terry slept w/ his
feet hanging out the doorway of the tent. Sat morning I got up and out
and to the Dock master for a slip and a faster approach to the
evenings drink tent after sailing. Spashed the boat and sculled over
to the slip and headed for the skippers meeting. Amazed to see close
to forty people milling around at the tent area, unfortunatly they
were the F-18, Hobie tiger, and A-cat guys. so we split the groups as
the Gary the event organizer was going to have us on two courses and
thus the angles for collisions would be reduced. So that left us w/
Thomas and his brother Tim w/ their C-scow "Quagmire" Giggidy,
Giggidy! Awl-right!. Two brothers from Vancouver on a Tasar. Dave
and his buddy on their Buckineer, "Oopsie Daisey", Brennan on his
Laser, and Lilly on her Laser, both from Bellingham, and us on our
Johnson, "BEAT-IT", with a tribute to M.J. So we were towed out to
the entrance of Saratoga Passage and the isthmus between Oak Harbor
and Penn Cove (mussle-ville mmmmmm.) where they set up a course w/ a
jibe mark and four options to sail. Light overcast/fog and lighter
breezes (sub 8) with a easterly predicted for the afternoon. Around
here that is the death-nell for sailing ("but it could go to 15knts")
(never) so we got the first race of as a simple windward leward 1
lapper to see how everyone looks. With the lightness of wind and Terry
and I having not sailed together in 2 yrs. we weren't on the same page
on headsail trim. He'd bring it in and I'd pinch up and he'd bring it
in and I'd pinch up, repeat! so we finished behind Dave in the
Buckineer and Thomas in the Scow. Race 2 was pretty much the same and
the same result. With the breeze being so light our fat asses had to
drive deep instead of plane the boat. Race 3 we had alittle more
breeze at the start and I had a good start on port at the boat end
after going under the fleet (kinda snuk in there) and hit the line
with clean air all the way to the windward mark and got there first,
with a reach leg, and then another windward, leward, and a finish in
first! Finally! Then the sun came out. Now when we have easterly
pressure and the sun comes out it pretty much shuts off the wind. And
the sun becomes pretty intense in the basin that is the Puget Sound.
Kinda like a magnifying glass intense. So our next race we got clean
air and was killing the fleet in a nice groove till we were about to
where we had tacked the previous race only to look over to see that
the tender was moving the windward mark to shorten the course,
arrrgggg! We tacked over and all got to the mark as a group and lost
the 6-8 boat advantage we had gained. Set the kite and settled into a
nice current drift to the leward mark. I actually saw .8knts on the
"NOT Class legal" Velocitek Speedpuck that I have on the mast. Now
that big freekin main on the scow when going dead down is difficult to
sail around. It takes all of the air from everyone. So we are laying
on the sole of the boat shriveling up like a couple worms in the sun
on hot asphalt watching the scow walk everyone to the leward mark. But
we are all within 10 boats of each other when we get there, and round
to a beat that has no rhythm and sail to the finish. And guess who is
there first to finish but Lilly, on her Laser. So the day is called
and we head back to the marina. Med-tie (stern-in) the boat and hit
the showers, then the Tent! This event is sponsored by Mount gay and a
couple local breweries (Deschutes and Boundry Bay) so there was lots
to be had. Saturday is the arrival day for other boats and the Melges
24 fleet as they do a tune-up Sunday with a guest speaker or two. The
tent area has quadrupled in size from 10 motorhomes and campers to 40
and twice as many tents! There were 85 boats pre-registered when I
last looked for the week of racing. So the tent had a DJ for Sat
night and we hung around till 9 and then went for some dinner at a
local bar in Coupeville called Toby's for some Penn Cove's and Fish-n-
chips. The two lesbians that sat next to us at the bar were funny,
and so drunk that one asked if we wanted to try to convert her friend
to the "Dark Side" (Scary) ("but we live just up the street!") The
bartender threw them out! Sunday we awoke to the same conditions, sad,
and we headed out to the course to start at 12. Alittle more wind by
14:00 and we finally got the boat to plane alittle on the reach legs.
Alas after racing 7 starts everyone had found their groves and we were
all finishing in the same orders, Buckineer, Tasar, us, Scow, Laser,
Laser. We ended up with 10 starts in 2 days. Now we all agreed to run
what we brung and to race PHRF which is the shitsandwich that it is,
and every bite you take is harder to swallow especially at the awards!
Which there were now close to 400 people at the drink tent w/ a
band! So... the order was, and is the C-scow, as they rate 78, us
as we rate 86 and sucked on the leward legs, Tasar as those guys are
headed to the Pan-am Games in 18 months (and just better as a team for
sure!) Dave in the Buccineer (scary, as I thought that the Blue Pig
rated like 140+ by lookin at it!) (Not an attractive boat in my
opinion) Then Brennan in his Laser, and finally, yes you guessed it
THE 17 YEAR OLD GIRL beat us all! Man, that tastes terrible! I don't
think any kind of sauce can make that taste good! But the guys on
"Quagmire" put it in perspective; They say "You're how old?", she
says, "17" , They say "18, awl-right", she says, "MOM!", They say
"I like where this is going. Giggidy, Giggidy, GIG-A-DY!" So as an
inaugural DWI attendee, I can say that for a $35 entrance fee, two
$20.00 drink wristbands, and $12.00 for the slip, that was a pretty
good weekend!
I think to improve my chances for next year is to hire a 120# stripper
to show her hooters and distract everyone on the leward legs. I mean
really, isn't racing just how fast do you want to spend?
Brian Lyman
Jul 22, 2010, 5:41:08 PM7/22/10
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Awesome recap! It'd be nice if we could get a big dinghy fleet out for an event like this in Annapolis! but we've got too many OD class snobs to put it together I fear...
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