Semi-grumpy showed up with beer! 

 

So the wind wasn’t blowing like stink but it was blowing.  We put the engine away.  I couldn’t get it to run for long periods.  We flipped the boat around and put up the sails.  The wind was straight north and the fingers run north.  We hit the west dock and we were off (not too hard Denny).  It’s always a bitch to get out on a north wind.

 

Once we cleared the docks Phast Phreddy showed up. 

 

I actually saw the flag go up and hit the Tic Tack right on time.  The blunt end was yelling – “start the timer, start the timer!!” - about 10 seconds later.

 

Fred banged the start in the front row and hit the shift perfectly and went to Washington.  We didn’t go too deep. 

 

Coming up on the mark – oh shit – I don’t have the topping lift on and we are going to round quickly.  All went well and we had a flawless rounding.  

 

Great downwind leg.  Tim was on Randers boat and we screwed with his wind the whole way.

 

Take down was average but we were in first place or close to it.

 

We took the conservative run and covered the fleet but took it as far right as we felt comfortable. 

 

A bullet.  I love first places.

 

I love Fred.  The bow had just cleared the line and we got the gun.  Freddy is already doing the math on where we sit for the regatta.  “Cullison is 8 no 7th.  Michelle is 4th no 6^th that puts us in first no second maybe third Etc etc”

 

We missed the flag and horn on the next sequence.  Laura said she was really disappointed in me.  I didn’t swear at all when I packed the chute.  Laura is so great to sail with.  You need something – she does it.  She also guyspeaks.  I can understand what she says.

 

We started in the third row in the middle of the fleet.  We had nowhere to go.  We finally found the hole and went to Washington.  We were DFL after rounding the mark.  I don’t count Sunset.

 

The chute had a twist that we worked out quickly.

 

We were in the middle of the back of the fleet with lots of boats ahead of us.  DFL!!!

 

Boats to right of us,

Boats to left of us,

Lots of boats in front of us

We volley'd and thunder'd;

We storm'd at with shit and bell,

Boldly well rode and well,

Into the jaws of DFL,

Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the Three Stooges.

 

 

They jibed all their sails well,

3stooges didn’t waver  as they turn'd in air,

Checkride the gunners there,

Charging at Reality, while

All the world wonder'd: What the hell?

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right thro' the line they broke;

Bears and Gwair

Reel'd from the 3stooges stroke

Shatter'd and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not

Not the 3stooges.

 

We got 4^th.  We beat the dreaded DFL. 

 

Good job guys!