Can not believe it. Left the spinnaker sail at home. How will Swale
even be the slightest bit competitive in tonight's zephyr? My very
crew. Peter Powers. His Catalina 25 would be happy to lend her
neighbor a perfectly good spinnaker, yeah? Sure enough, and it's
superior to Swale's. Could be tonight's secret weapon ;)
So we're excited. Speedster is coming down from RCYC to play tonight.
He REALLY wants a piece of Swale, and my nerves are seriously on edge
anticipating the shootout. Except the north wind is becalmed down at
Rush Creek. No Speedster to mix it up with after all tonight.
Well as I said, north wind, downwind start. All we've gotta do is make
the favored port end before everyone else for a golden start. Rented
Mule, I swear that you are NOT sailing a proper course! But you're
just as happy as a clam in a shell to push up Swale and a half dozen
others toward the starboard end, aren't you? 
And that is so BRILLIANT! Sometimes luck trumps a well conceived plan. No boats to muck up the fresher breeze over here on starboard. We're rockin', the remainder of the fleet is stalled, regretting their mass congregation over on the port end.
But today's race is one for the snails; no amount of embellishment can
turn this story into one of thrills. In lieu of Speedster, tonight's
nemesis, that surreptitious Sonar 23 that gives us fits periodically,
maintained her commanding lead on Swale for all but the final rounding
and sprint to the finish. A five second edge for 3rd. Nice.
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