My attitude was that second place was just another term for first last... if
you ain't the lead dog... the view don't change... why not have a beer?
Actually we were hung over and just having a bit of "hair of the dog" so to
speak.

The other guys on the race were hurting so bad it didn't matter. It was one
of those sail to a mark 40 miles out and party like it's 1773 and hit the
start line at the same mark [fairway buoy] at 0800hrs. Over half the boats
got late starts and I took advantage of my crew of experienced alcoholics to
gain an edge on the second leg. The year before I tried an all female crew
and convinced them to go topless to slow the other boats down for a view....
I still only placed 3rd in a fleet of 8.

Bill won every year he was there. The year he left I whipped the fleet
including a Niagara 35 with a race crew from Victoria BC. I kicked their
butts and left the fleet way back in steady 40 kt winds with full canvas
downwind.

CM


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| On Wed, 25 Jun 2003 12:01:17 -0300, "Capt. Mooron"
| wrote:
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| I didn't feel bad about it though... since I reminded Bill I was towing
my
| inflatable dinghy and had the auto pilot on for that last 5 miles to the
| finish line.
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| Hey! The beer is supposed to stay in the cooler until AFTER the
| race...
|
| BB