Compared to Saturday's steady NW, 15-17 knot breeze on Tomales Bay, yesterday was bedeviling for the local 110 fleet. Saturday, boat speed was a premium. Bren and Jim on LADYBUG won the first race by 5 seconds over Lucas and myself. We nipped them by one second, a virtual photo finish, in race #2.
Milly suffered the only breakdown when the head pulled out of her North jib due to the lack of webbing securing the grommet for the halyard. She had to borrow a jib for the second race. Faulty manufacturing.
Racing was followed by an open bar and pizza and salad dinner upstairs at IYC. Much fun.
Did I mention Sunday's racing had a significant amount of luck, as the 15-18 knot northeasterly on the east shore battled with the 10-12 southwesterly on the west shore, creating a shifting zone of calm in the middle?
In the first race we had a narrow lead approaching the windward mark, only to find ourselves dead last 10 minutes later, then working back to 5th as David West won, Bren second. Sunday's second race was really a hoot. At one point Bren and ourselves were both sailing on the same line to the windward mark on opposite tacks. He got there first. took off on a plane on a mammoth northerly puff and sailed nearly out of sight ahead, while the rest of the fleet drifted and wallowed before another puff hit, nearly capsizing second place GUNSMOKE. David and Scott had 4 " of water in their boat before the self bailers sucked it dry during which time we planed past to retrieve second.
12 boats on the line. One general recall.
Yiii doggies! TBC