Reporting [1]: Fear and Loathing in Santa Barbara, Act 5 - 2005 Hobie Tiger Worlds [2]

Posted by : damonAdmin on Mar 30, 2005 - 10:45 AM
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Today was a wash Damon, other than the still that Eric fashioned, but more on that later.

We took the signal boat out at 9:30 (it's a 45 foot Leopard cruising cat by the way, rough detail you know...) and were met with shifty wind directions and variable speeds. The wind was clocking back and forth between 210 degrees all the way to 300 degrees. At "A" mark the wind was measured at 17-20 knots 1.4 nautical miles away from us, and at the signal boat we sat in 0-2. The question wasn't if we were going to get some wind - it was how much and from which direction.

The race officials decided to set the course and they set it in the right direction, and that's when we saw the wall of wind coming at us. It was a repeat of yesterday, but with swells at the up wind mark being measured in the 8-10 foot range. After yesterdays carnage a cautious race official decided to call the race for the time being and send the competitors back to the beach. I think the coast guard cutter anchored to the north of us may have influenced the decision also.

We waited out in the channel for a few hours to see if the wind would subside to a manageable level for racing but it never did. We motored back to the harbor to wait it out, but the wind and waves never did let up and racing was called for the day.

An informal and unscientific poll taken by yours truly revealed that about a quarter of the fleet would have liked to race today but the rest were content to wait it out. I think today gave quite a few teams time to repair bodies as well as boats. There were a few main sails that blew out yesterday; with one team driving theirs to Ventura to Morelli's to be repaired. The sail was fixed as the competitor waited and they were back on the water this morning. What great service. Others weren't so lucky with one team's sail looking like Wiley Coyote had blasted through it in a deranged Hobie Cat / Road Runner cartoon.

The wind is supposed to diminish somewhat tomorrow so hopefully we'll get some races off. Time is running out on this competition and we need three for a regatta, and I am sure the fleet would like four so they can all throw out that first race. The fleet has been divided up into four groups with races being run in two flights of about 45 boats each. Rumor on the street says they might all be run together for the next two days so we get some results in. It will make for a very interesting line with 90 plus Tigers on it - should be very exciting!

We are completely out of money and booze Damon. We tried pan handling but got busted by the police. The dog bit me and I required 10 stitches. The doctor bill is in the mail. Eric came up with a brilliant idea to take the coil out of the condenser of the refrigerator of the motor home and fashion up a still. Corn is cheap here now, the shine is a little rough on the throat but you get used to it pretty quick. Some of the French team came over and we made a few bucks selling a few quarts but they paid us in Euros and as you know the exchange rate isn't so good right now. I'm starting to get worried how we will get home, the plane tickets are on their way, right?