Okay - today was a freakin' blast - in more ways than one. I sailed with the legendary xxxx, and it actually turned into a BFS. Go figure.
After he went around and found a million things horribly wrong with my boat (and kindly helped fix each one - thanks dude) - we set out. Steady 15-20 out of the SW. Nice stuff.
With xxxx, a sailing buddy of mine, and myself pushing each other around the cockpit and cursing loudly, we worked our way to Windy Point - then further NNW for another mile or 2. Then the New Year's regatta started filling in just as we were beating back SSE. Suckers.
We sliced right through them as they were warming up prior to the start - and with the sails trimmed better than they ever have been (thanks to xxxx) we were actually blowing by those chuckleheads. I kid you not. And they were even going the same direction as us! Crazy!
Now, granted, they are lake racers and they weren't totally in the zone yet - but let's just say with our showing today, we'll be racing this summer.
As I was just completing my full moon of those in our wake, we saw a lovely gray cloud bank ahead to the NW and some nice strong gusts headed our way. We trimmed up, got even more speed, and freakin' flew that Catalina, dirty bottom and all! Then, of course, we got slammed by a bigger gust (30 we'd guess) and BOOOOM!
We busted our freakin' jib!!!! Is that just too awesome??? Ahh, what a day. Then it was back to the slip for more beer and cigars.
This sailing gig is just about the best damn thing ever! Seriously.
Thanks xxxx. Great advice, great company, great sailin'. You da man!
Here are the photos (heavily redacted of course):
Let's see - who in the regatta is left in front of us? Oh that's right - no one!
Sailing the hell right on out of yer boat, baby!