Wed nite mayhem

In case you hadn't noticed, summer started a long time ago. Days got hotter, windier and longer way back in mid 2007. So when the hashbrown crew assembled on Sea Minor for their first wednesday night race of the season, there was little talk of victory. Just getting round the course with all cobwebs shaken would be considered a job well done. Maybe there was no victory plans because the milnerton connection was stuck in milnerton (the suburb, not the mark).

hellooooo class 2

With roles determined and deck fluff in position the boat was fine-tuned with the time honoured TLAR* method. Skipper Price then did the usual transit and surprise surprise a bang-it-closer-than-a-ballhair-to-the-wall start was called. Position was vital, as the only watch on the boat measured in increments of minutes.

race faces

The rest of Class 2 were kakking off when they saw us power off the line at a speed of at least four knots, you could see it in their eyes. The tactical calls up the first beat were shared by all on board, and they were superb. They were so sublime, that we didn't even tack once, and even got to bear off slightly when a minute or so from the mark.

The Paardeneiland mark was duly rounded with the entire fleet in our wake. With not much else to do before the Milnerton mark, Skipper Price lashed the helm and the bar was opened. The pirates on Celine III tried covering and catching up. We just chugged our beers and smiled. They backed off once Hobb let off a snorter fart, this thing travelled UPWIND and there was no question of a water call. I think that's what happened, i was actually busy rolling off some choice MMS's to the idiots who chose to find other things to do.

life's tough

The mighty Sea Minor roared through the rest of the course, almost catching the Class 1 hackers by the line. As was earlier reported, it's been a while since we've been on the boat, so the booze stocks were looking grim. We'd already put the wench onto cane straigthfacing, and it was getting to Grappa.

posers

The line came closer, dolphins frolicked off the bow, crowds roared. We rock. It's fun to be good. A long lost bottle of champers (sparkling wine to be honest) was duly found and despatched. Zula bar still don't know what hit them.

TLAR* That looks about right