Selene
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 63
The First race wasn’t ... it was Saturday ... qualifications ... The North American Continent has 495 Lightning Clubs ... a club generally has several boats ... umh ... with more than 15 thousand boats in class ... you bet there’s several. We had heat races ... as many as can be held with a two and a half hour time limit each race. Most races are over in an hour and a half. Captain Kidd was an expert ... and it didn’t make a damn bit of difference that one of his new crew just barely knew what water was ... we raced to his qualification.
We kept up ... it was scary ... but trapezes aren’t allowed so we weren’t dangling over the water. However ... hiking straps are allowed ... we got wet.
Lo and behold ... we had to come back Sunday ... we didn’t win Saturday ... but due to a series of unfortunate events on the part of others ... we placed. A few of the ‘unfortunate’ events resulted in fisticuffs.
The wet suits we wore Saturday stayed home Sunday ... damn things weigh a ton when wet ... and we were wet ... bunches.
Sunday, it was our turn to run afoul of the rules ... to wit; NO PART OF A COMPETING SAILBOAT SHALL TOUCH THE START LINE BEFORE THE START (Thou shall not be early to the line.) ... a millisecond in advance of the gun across the line resulted in a sharp protest and we had to circle back and start again ... picky picky picky. What was too bad about the call ... it took minutes to review the startline video. Guilty ... we had to go back.
We were not alone in the retreat. That was why the review took so long. Thirty three boats make for a thrilling start ... all bunched together and stealing the air ... legal high jinks.
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