Sailing The Write Byte
A little shop work and fishing with the boy this week was a nice break.
So, today's the big day of the Choptank Cup. Up at 0700 for a big boat breakfast before the skipper's meeting. Keith Henry arrives to crew and Jon Conley has come up with me last night for an exciting day of racing. With the wind howling about us all night, we are rich with anticipation.
Later at the skipper's meeting, we picked up Jim Hillman as additional crew, since he was looking for a ride. Great, with 4 crew aboard TWB, we should have a great day sailing, even if the stuffing does hit the fan.
Well, the Stuffing did hit the fan, about the time Deke aboard the committee boat began the starting sequence. We were easing out the jib when we discovered a major problem with the roller furling. Unable to race, we were able to sail without the jib, so we did. After a few peaceful, funny, lie telling hours on the water, we brought the old girl in to see if we could fix her. After two trips up the mast by rookie Jon, we determined our roller furling had lost a part. Every other unit we could see with binoculars around us, has a "cap" of some sort, supporting and reinforcing the aluminum extrusion foil on the forestay... not my boat...
But, it was a good day. Good sailing, good chicken, good beer.
btw, running Jon up the mast using the new 45 self tailing two speed halyard winch was a dream when run through the electric windlass, too! Sweet!
Followup: Well, today, we got the boat fixed. Unfortunately, I forgot the camera, so there are no pics of the fix. But, following my friend Rob Freidrich's advice, (he's in the rigging business) we cut off the portion of the foil extrusion with the rub. Then, using a plug of rubber we fashioned from an exhaust hanging insulator, ($5) we inserted the plug into the extrusion around the headstay. I say we, yeah right. What I mean is, my neighbor Jon Conley once again leapt at a chance to go up the mast and help me out. So, he's up there for like 45 minutes and finally comes down and says we have to make the plug smaller. Then after making the plug smaller, he goes up for another 45 minutes because after all, we still didn't make it small enough and he's up there custom trimming the plug all the while wrapping his legs around my mast hanging on for dear life...
So, at the end of it all, we went sailing to celebrate, hoisting the jib in 15 kt winds out on the river, rather than in the slip with a crosswind. So, after the sail, with bated breath, we began to furl the sail... The roller furling worked flawlessly. Sweet.
And get this, after we got home, Jon says, "Well I hope that effort up the mast today bought me a few more trips out with you?" God, he's funny... Didn't anyone tell him, all he has to do is bring beer, we'll go sailing?