I realize that I have been slacking on this blogging stuff lately, shit I still need to do day two of the Columbia 5.5 Nationals and that was two weeks ago. However as Dina often says, there is just to much life in my life. Throw in the fact that we are gearing up for the Big Boat Series at work and I just don't have a lot of spare time these days.
Ajax, seen here trying to sneak away, was working at Doyle last week
Last week started with Dina and I heading up to Sacramento to see Greenday for the second time in less than a week. Dina had won tickets through the Greenday fan club, The Idiot Club, so we got our friend Dave to take Ajax out for his evening stroll and headed east for the show. Dina has expressed a desire to write the review of the concert so I will let her do that at her leisure. I will say however that the Sacramento show was way better than the San Jose show. Although the late night drive back was pretty brutal.
Greenday in Sacramento
Tuesday was another late night as we had a couple of fellow liveaboards, David and Catie, here in the marina over for dinner. This was good in that we got into the 12 year old scotch and played liars dice till late. That combined with the excellent dinner that Dina prepared made for a pretty fun night in.
Wednesday night was the usual OYC Estuary race with my friend John joining Jeff, Cameron, and I this time around. I hate to say this but the OYC race's are starting to bum me out a little. It was very light, and the OYC race committee sent us on the longest course that they had. Then they made us go twice around. When we got to the club afterwards they scored us DNC (did not compete) for the second week in a row. We got them to change it later, to 6th out of 6, but they were a little whiney about it, also when I asked them about last weeks DNC they didn't even make an attempt to do anything about it. Still for next Wednesday night we have been offered the use of a Moore 24 and we will probably be sailing that for the remainder of the series. Hopefully sailing a different boat with a fairer rating and real sails we will be able to finish out the summer series with some good results.
Thursday night was actually pretty mellow. I think both Dina and I were so happy to have a night off with nothing planned that we just hit Dragon Rouge up for dinner and then had a nice night in.
Friday night was the Island race and we had Dina and Bill join us for what was probably the nicest sailing night of the year so far. As far as the result was concerned I have no idea how we did. It was warm, not that windy, and with the exception of the lack of a toilet for Dina, one of the best sails we have ever had on the Gonzo.
Staying out after the racing on Gonzo
Saturday I went out for a ride on the TP-52 Flash. My friend Campbell is taking care of the boat and invited me out for a day of rig tuning and sail testing. Having never been out on a TP-52 before I figured it should be a interesting day out. All of the stuff they wanted to get done we got through pretty quickly so we headed out the Gate to set the kite and have a fast run back in. Flash felt like it was on rails as blasted back in cruising at high teens, low twenties with total control. We did a bunch of gybes on which I got to grind on the pedestals which is bloody hard work, especially for some one like me. Towards the end of the run I was even grinding the sheet by myself. Hard work, but good fun.
Flash blasting downwind
We got down to the circle pretty quickly blowing by the 505's that had just finished their world championships and were heading back to the city front. The call was made to douse the kite and I jumped down the hatch to help pull the kite down. While down below it seemed to me that we where having a bunch of problems with the drop and at one point Campbell came running down the steps to the aft of the boat for some reason. The kite started to come down but the boat seemed to be all over the place. Eventually the kite came down, but I could hear someone yelling "no steerage' at another boat. It turns out that our rudder cable had come off at the wheel.
Next thing I know is someone yells "hold on" and then I feel us bounce off another boat. The hit didn't seem to bad as I didn't get thrown down or anything, but when I popped my head out of the hatch I just caught our boom dragging along the power boat that was the committee boat for the 505 worlds. We took out all the flags, broke a window, and caused some other damage to the committee boat. We then hooked a backstay on something on the other boat and that had to cut before we finally got free.
Campbell heading towards the hatch to fix the steering
Campbell got the steering sorted pretty quick and we could soon steer the boat off of one of the two wheels. The damage to Flash wasn't too bad. A couple of bent stanchions, a pretty big gouge on the end of the boom, and the cut runner tail. There was also some damage to the mainsail. I actually ended up fixing a couple of batten pockets and a tear on the foot on the main at the Quantum loft in Pt. Richmond as much as a favour to Jeff and Campbell for taking me out as for the money.