Racing?
Sunday, 18 April 2004 06:54

Racing.. or why am I doing this?

Race 1

Well it appears my new friends at the Amelia Island Sailing Club like to race. You might even say they are possessed, when it comes to racing. Well I have never participated in sailboat racing so I decided I might  as well give it a shot.

The 1st race is an ocean race, 13 miles from St. Mary's Inlet to the buoy off of Nassau Sound and back. A total of 26 miles.


The starting gun, okay so it was a whistle, sounds and we are off. Now I am sitting in a 7 ton sailboat with a fractional rigged head sail, that has spreaders sweeping back 120 degrees, preventing the mainsail from reaching a full hauled out position. The wind is blowing abut 2 knots from the rear if you count the gusts. There is no worse point of sail for this boat. We barely hold our own against the current and watch the rest of the fleet fly large 150 jibs, sailing wing on wing. Others, like "Cheese Boat" open their spinnakers and slowly begin to pull away. We open the bar!

It takes about 45 minutes to an hour before the wind builds to any substantial number (8-10 knots). Soon we are hauling ass at 3 knots (remember compared to sitting still, 3 knots seems fast), which as the wind builds increases to 5 -5.5 knots.

Thirteen boats started the race, and we are in last position. With a stronger shifting breeze we are soon on a reach which allows the immense mainsail to start doing some work. Soon we begin to over take a couple of the closer boats. We pass the 12th boat, he drops out of the race. Although we move up one, we are still last.

In sequence we pass the 11th boat, then the 10th. They both drop out. We have now moved up three positions and are still last. I'm getting annoyed.

The 9th and the 8th boats soon fall astern, and you guessed it, as soon as we pass them, they drop out. I'm no longer annoyed, I'm pissed! Here I am having caught up to and passed five boats and I'm still last.

To make matters worse, they leading boats in the fleet are already turning around the sea buoy about 1.0 miles ahead. As they turn they are now on a beat and pick up speed. One by one they pass me going in the opposite direction. Because they are beating they have gained speed and are putting more distance between us. They wave as the go by. Now I know why they no longer allow cannons on sailboats.

Finally we turn around the buoy and accelerate to 6.5 - 6.8 knots a great sail. Unfortunately even though we gain on the fleet we never make up the distance and we cross the finish line 8th of 13 boats. Okay so 8th turned out to be was last, but at least we finished.

We did not even get honorable mention at the pizza party back at the dock.

Race 2

Okay as if the humiliation of the 1st race wasn't enough, we entered a 2nd race two weeks later. This race was an around the buoy race in Cumberland Sound.

At the Captain's pre-race meeting at 8:00 AM, I stood with my chart waiting to annotate he course. The race committee chairman said something like, "Okay this will be a 7 mile race. We will start between buoys 3 & 4 go north-east to the spider tower, leaving it to port, head west to buoy 9 leaving it to starboard, south to 12, leave it to port, etc, etc........ and finish between 3 & 4."

He continued, "remember the numbering on the charts may be wrong because they changed the buoy numbers in December, yeah but you guys know that. Oh by the way, if a submarine enters the channel we will issue other instructions on channel 69." The Captains then all ran to their boats to plot the course on their GPS's.

I stood there with my chart flabbergasted. What the hell was the course, and where was the submarine?

On board are my son John and a colleague from work. As it turns out, John took good notes and has all the course information. (I guess it was worth all that money to send him to college). Between us we plot a course and leave the dock.

Again the race starts in winds, no zephyrs of less than 2 knots. For a description of the start, read race 1 above, with one additional minor incident. John asked, "Dad, why are you sailing away from the starting line?"

I answer, "I'm waiting for the 3 minute warning."

He replies "It sounded 15 seconds ago."

"Oh," I reply, and make a mental note to look into at getting my hearing fixed.

We turn the boat and believe it or not, we are almost the lead boat across the line. Even made the local paper.

I won't bore you with the details of the race. The missed buoy, multiple tacks, (would have made even Dennis Conner proud), upwind/downwind strategy, etc., all added up to us crossing the finish line 5th. Hey it's better than last! Well it was, until I found out the 6th boat had a larger handicap, which on corrected time, put him 5th and me 6th.

Losing sucks!

But Mast Confusion made the local paper when the results of the race were published.

Thank goodness the cruising season is upon us and racing is over until the fall.
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