From worse to worse-er
Sunday, February 20th, 2005If you thought breaking the number 2 rig on Friday afternoon was
bad luck - then what would you say about breaking the number 1 rig
on Saturday!
Well that’s exactly what we did… what a horror of a start to a
regatta.
The race committee sent us out for a start on Saturday afternoon at
4pm, when the usual Sydney Harbour weekend traffic is a little
lighter. It was a rush to hit the water, with most teams making a
late call for big rig when the sea breeze failed to kick in the
early afternoon. A general recall then a postponement delayed the
proceedings as nasty green clouds surrounded the city… it was
going to be interesting. John parents decided to take their cruiser
out of harms way after hearing reports of 40 knot winds and hail…
yet the committee decided to soldier on with a start
sequence.
To cut a long story short - it was a bad call. The breeze did a 180
within 30 seconds of the start and everyone bolted down the harbour
in a trailing 25 knot breeze. We rounded the Beashel bouy and
worked back into increasing pressure… the race was abandoned as
visibility went down and the breeze went up. The fleet scattered in
pieces across the harbour as squalls flattened the fleet.
We were doing ok… making our way up to Clarke Island and
considering tipping the boat to save the rig while the storm blew
itself out. We dumped it in a tack and waited…
Unfortunately the weather wasn’t going to play so nice. What
must’ve been a very strong gust whipped under the small area of
exposed main that wasn’t underwater and brought the boat upright.
With the foot of the main still deep underwater, and the load of
the rapidly rising tip the mast just couldn’t cope… bang… there
goes another one.
So we packed up what we could and did about 10 knots going downwind
to Bradleys under hull and wings alone.
Anyway… we catch the sailmaker before he leaves for the day, and
load the broken rigs into the trailor for a fun night at Woody’s
factory. In between the rows and rows of washing machines and ovens
we glue and sleeve the mast back together as the hours tick
by.
I have to say, full credit to Woody for his help - absolutely
incredible for a guy who is sailing in the event to give up his
sleep just to make sure we get back on the water. There are few
people who are so generous with their time (and money) - when they
really don’t need to be. Top class effort - the class wouldn’t stay
afloat without him.
So back to Woody’s to finish off the mast early on Sunday after a
late Saturday night…
We bring the rig back to the boat park and then try to fit it all
back in place - the extra 40mm in length does little for our rig
setup… so we have to recut the base, and re-adjust everything.
We’re finally rigged and ready to go… and last ones to leave the
beach some 5 hours after we started.
But then its not all bad. We started ordinarily in the light to
moderate Sou-Easter, and were deep in the fleet up the first work.
We had some good shifts before the mark and with a good first reach
we were close to the main bunch. Unlike the last few weeks we
weren’t slow - and managed to pick through the fleet ahead rather
than get rolled by everyone behind. There were some tense times
flogging the kite and bouncing over tanker waves - everyone’s eyes
were on the new join to see if things would hold up… they
did.
We finished 10th. Not bad in this fleet. Ahead of Australian Champ
Michael Coxon, and ahead of Euan - and that always gives you a
reason to smile
And since Asko was the sponsor of the day - more appliances for
us!











