She Thinks it's Hilarious

FS 652 thinks it's cute that Skipper tries to sail her like a Sunfish

Skipper sailed a race today with FS 652. Sunfish weren't allowed in the race, so I got to watch and cheer her on.  Lately Skipper has gotten her a new main, and a new jib, and just today, a nice man gave Skipper a spinnaker to use.  Skipper is starting to figure out how she sails, and what she likes and what she doesn't like.  FS 6532 said that today was the first day that Skipper didn't keep muttering "If there's a wrong way to do something on this boat, I'll find it".

After the race, we were talking, and 652 thinks it's cute that Skipper tries to sail her like a Sunfish.  He doesn't always use a crew. He sits way forward and hikes out. He tries to heel her to windward on downwind legs. He even tries to roll tack her. She thinks it's hilarious.

We also discovered that he makes the same mistakes with both of us.  He's pretty good at sailing upwind, but is really awful downwind. He'll be near the front of the fleet at the first mark, and near the back by the second.  When he sails with me, he blames it on the fact that he is bigger than the average Sunfish sailor, but he has no excuse at all when he sails with 652, because he's the same size as a lot of the Flying Scot skippers, and besides, 652 outweighs him by at least 400 pounds. So we think he's full of it, and just stinks at sailing downwind.

For some reason, she thinks that Skipper is afraid of her spinnaker.  He almost never uses it, and even then only when he's sailing with someone who has used one a lot.  To tell you the truth, spinnakers scare me a little too. When we do multi fleet races, those big ballooning sails come charging down on us little Sunfish, making all sorts of noise. I can understand why Skipper would be afraid.

It's Not Lazy, It's Fast!

Skipper says he's not laying down on the job

We had a good race the other night.  It was a pursuit race, where Sunfish and Lasers and Day Sailers and Flying Scots all race together.  Because we have such little sails, we get a head start on the bigger boats that have fancy jibs and spinnakers and big giant main sails. It's kind of scary and fun at the same time.

Sunfish 79461 and her skipper are really fast. They came in 5th at Winter Camp this year, and they like to race in the pursuit races. Me and Skipper try to keep up with them, but we never can.  Anyway, Skipper and I got an awesome start, right next to Sunfish 79461. They were faster than us, but Skipper and I did everything we know how to keep up with them.  I even let skipper mess with my outhaul to see if we could go any faster.  When they turned, we turned. At one point, Skipper's sail adjustments let me point higher than them, and by the first mark, we were ahead!

They did better than us on the second upwind leg, plus we got caught up with a bunch of Flying Scots at the second upwind mark and Sunfish 79461 got a huge lead on us. They were low, in front of the Scots, and we were behind them.  Just then, Skipper leaned down and whispered "Watch, the Scot's are going to steal their wind. We'll go high and go right around everybody." Sure enough, the Scots all popped up their big spinnakers and Sunfish 79461 slowed down to a crawl. Then Skipper said "I'm going to  try something". and he laid down on the deck and grabbed my boom right at the tack, where it connects with my gaff, and swung my boom way out. I thought he was crazy, or at least very sleepy. All of a sudden, we were not only gaining on Sunfish 79461, we actually passed a couple of Flying Scots along the way!

 Skippers new way of laying on the deck made us go really fast, and we caught up with Sunfish 79461. They beat us at the finish line by half a boatlength.  My bow was even with her skipper, and we were going faster. If the race had been 20 yards longer we would have beaten them. It was our best finish against Sunfish 79461 ever!

Skipper says that laying on the deck lets him get his weight more forward so that my transom doesn't drag any water. And it lets him have more control over the heeling to windward that I do on downwind legs.  Other skippers are laughing at him. They're asking him if he wants a pillow, and telling him to sleep after the race, and to stop laying down on the job.  But we know that it's not lazy, it's fast.

High Maintenance Boats

Meeting the newest member of the fleet

After our race the other night, rather than go straight back to the beach, Skipper took a detour through the mooring field.  The Scots and Day Sailers who didn't race were resting at their moorings.

Then Skipper pulled up to a lovely yellow Flying Scot who I had not seen before. She looked almost new. Her yellow and blue hull matched my yellow and blue sails, and her fresh paint glowed in the setting sun. Her sheets were all coiled neatly around her boom, and her lines were all in order. She introduced herself as Flying Scot 652, and said that she was pleased to meet me, and sorry to hear that I'd been sick, and asked how the racing went at Winter Camp.  How did she know all that about me?  how did she know I was at Winter Camp? How did she know I was sick? Only the boats at Winter Camp knew I was sick.  And they didn't get to Summer Camp until after I did so they couldn't have gossiped.

I was about to freak out. Is this some kind of magic boat? Did she stalk me at Winter Camp? Can she read minds?  Then Skipper let me in on the secret. He had told her everything. All about me, all about the Harlot, and all about Mrs. Skipper's plot. He told her everything because FS652 is the newest member of our fleet family!

FS652 told me about this Nice Man who takes old Flying Scots and fixes them up like new. She said that she sat alone and neglected for many years until the Nice Man took her and fixed her up. He gave her new fittings, patched dings, replaced rotted wood, faired her hull and put a new coat of paint on her. Then he and the Skipper traded boats. The Nice Man gave Skipper FS652 and took the Harlot away.

FS652 said that she doesn't want to take any time away from Skipper and me, and that she's just glad to be part of a loving fleet family again. She's going to race with him on Sundays, when Sunfish don't race, and I can race with him on Wednesdays, Saturdays and in traveling regattas. She's content to just stay home on the lake. As a matter of fact, when I raced this week, she was there, right in the front of the mooring field, cheering me on!

Skipper told me that he couldn't have two high maintenance boats on his hands, so he had to do something. That something was getting rid of the Harlot.  He turned Mrs Skipper's suggestion on its head. Instead of getting rid of me for a new Sunfish, he patched me up, got rid of the Harlot and got a friendly new Scot instead.

I don't know what "High Maintenance" means, but I think it's a compliment, so I'll just keep right on being Skipper's "High Maintenance" boat.

The Harlot is Gone!

GONE!

Last week I tried to tell the Harlot about Mrs. Skipper's plot to get rid of us. The Harlot didn't want to hear about it.  She said Skipper promised to fix her up and sail her a lot, and if he was going to get rid of anyone it was me. She said I was leaky and waterlogged, and that he only putting stopgap patches on me so he could get rid of me!

I think she was jealous because Skipper had told her that he was going to fix her up, but he fixed me up instead. She said all Skipper has done so far is to give her a couple of new blocks and some line. He didn't fix the soft spot on her deck, and he didn't fair and paint her lumpy bottom, and she said it was all my fault!

I told her that it's not my fault that I got sick and needed emergency surgery. Skipper had to fix me before the racing season started. She said "What about MY racing season? Good luck with your next skipper".

So that was where it stood when I left Summer Camp to go to spend the weekend with my friends from Winter Camp. When I finally got back to Summer Camp, I noticed that the spot where the Harlot dry sails was empty. I didn't think anything of it, because Skipper has a mooring for her, and I thought "Oh she's just out on the mooring". Then when we went out to race, I couldn't find her slimy green hull in the mooring field either.

I asked Skipper about it. He said not to worry, that everything would reveal itself in good time. I got scared. Maybe he was doing what Mrs Skipper said. Get rid of both me and the Harlot and buy a new Sunfish.

Oh no.

Bickering Our Way Through a Regatta

Would you believe me if I told you that these two pictures were taken within two hours of each other?  Skipper and I tried some big racing this weekend.  We went to the Sunfish Regional Championships.  Skipper told me not to expect much, because there were a lot of heavy hitters there.   He must have been fibbing, because a lot of the boats there were my friends from winter camp, and none of them are heavy, and they're all nice boats, none of them hit.

I also met some boats that I've never met before, and they were all nice too. In fact I met two very nice boats from New York who told me about sailing on giant lakes that are as big as all of Narragansett Bay. I can't imagine that much water without salt in it.

Anyway, it was a two day regatta. There is never any wind in New England in the morning, but they decided to send us out anyway. We got out to the racecourse and drifted around the course for the first race. Then the referees decided to wait until the wind came, so we waited for two hours for it to come back.  Then it all came at once, and it brought its evil friend, the waves.  My hull still hurts from all the pounding.

A sad sight.
She wanted to get in the water so bad.

Skipper and I were frustrated.  He kept fiddling with my sail, and he knows that I don't like that. To get him back I decided not to point.  He fiddled with my sail some more, so I pulled my outhaul line out of the cleat. Then I disconnected my mainsheet from my bridle. Nothing stopped his fiddling, so then I just decided to go slow.


So the second day, the referees decided to make us go out earlier. Now remember, New England has no wind in the morning.  So we hung around on the beach.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

For two hours!







Then they sent us out.

How to sail in the morning in New England

Then the wind and those evil waves woke up and decided to show their faces.  The wind was calmer than the first day, but the waves were just as grumpy.  Apparently Skipper's idea of sailing through waves is to make me do belly flops over them. Then he started fiddling with my sail again.  Then he had the gall to yell at me for going slow!

I'm so mad at him that I'm not going to talk to him.

An Unexpected Enemy

She's coming for me

While I was recovering from my surgery, I overheard something.  Something that I thought I'd never hear, coming from someone I never thought would say it. Someone who I thought was a friend.

What I overheard was Mrs Skipper telling Skipper that it was a waste of time working on a junker boat, and that he should get rid of it.  For a while I was cheering her on, thinking that she was talking about the Harlot. She was, but then I found out she was talking about ME TOO! She was trying to convince Skipper to sell both of us and buy a new Sunfish!

Skipper can't get rid of me! I've been with him longer than she has! He knows me inside and out! Literally! He knows when I am about to capsize. He knows when I'm leaking and getting bloated. I know how he sails and all of his habits. I know when he's going to tack before he does! He just cured me of terminal leakiness! He can't get rid of me!

Skipper has to keep me! and to keep me, that means he has to keep the Harlot too, because if he gets rid of one of us, the other is vulnerable. Skipper to keep us. Both of us. Together we're stronger. I've got to get  message to the Harlot! We boats have got to stick together!

Does This Leak make Me Look Fat? Part VI: I'm Healed!

The leaks are sealed and the cracks are gone! 

When skipper took me home a few weeks ago, I thought I was a goner.  I had a horrible leak that just kept getting worse. Skipper took me to specialists, who gave up on me. They said I was done for.  But skipper would have none of it.  He propped me up on my trailer, ground out all of the rotted glass, and patched me up good as new.  he even did some cosmetic surgery around my cockpit. Now that all of the sanding and painting are done, I have no leaks, some fresh fiberglass around my cockpit cheeks, and a new coat of gelcoat.

I feel like a new boat! I can't wait to go racing!  

Complications!

Look Ma, Just one cavity!

Remember the cosmetic work that Skipper was going to do for me? Well this is what he found.  There were some pretty big gelcoat cracks in the back corners of my cockpit. Skipper thought that they were just gelcoat cracks and was going to patch them.  When he sanded through the gelcoat, he found that on one side, there was only a single layer of fiberglass in my deck! He put his finger through it. By the time he removed all of the thin flaky fiberglass, there was this giant hole in my deck.  After that, he decided to inspect the fiberglass on the other side too, just to make sure that there the fiberglass on that side wasn't paper thin.

 Skipper spent some time laying in new fiberglass to cover the hole on my starboard side, then put some on the port side too "just in case". He said that his fat butt puts a lot of stress there, so he wanted to shore it up as much as he could.

Skipper has spent a lot of time working on my various maladies, so I guess that I'm not going to be a goner after all!

Does This Leak Make Me Look Fat - Part V: Surgery

The Leak

The Bike was right!  Skipper is trying to save me! He told me that the professional Boat Doctor told him that Skipper couldn't find the leak because there were so many of them and they couldn't be isolated.

That's a death sentence for a boat, but Skipper wouldn't accept that. He said that we'd been together for almost 40 years and he wasn't going to let me slip away without a fight. Skipper bought himself a book on Sunfish Doctory and learned how to fix leaks that couldn't be found.

I had the surgery last week.  He started by taking of my rub rail. That tickled, except when the drill slipped and it nicked my gelcoat. Then he inspected the whole joint where my deck meets my hull.  And guess what? He found the leaks! One huge one and two little ones, plus a couple of cavities that just needed filling.

In the Recovery Room

All of my leaks are fixed. I'm resting comfortably and should be on the back water next week.  I'm dry inside and I'm feeling weak, but pretty good.  The best part was that it rained really hard for a couple of days, and I didn't get any water inside me at all! Skipper says that he's going to do some cosmetic work and give me a good polishing as soon as I'm strong enough.

Does This Leak Make Me Look Fat? Part IV - Going Home

Going Home - I hope not for the last time!

Skipper came to see me at Winter Camp. He usually comes to see me on Sundays when we race. But this was on a Friday. He never comes on Fridays. He packed me up onto the trailer and we went home.  He didn't say much again, and seemed to be upset.

The bike was in the van, and said to cheer up. He told me that a few weeks ago he was in rough shape too, not shifting right and wobbly wheels and bad bar tape.  He said that Skipper just took him and spent a whole day fixing him, and now he's as good as new and that maybe Skipper's going to fix me too.  The Van said that Skipper and Mrs Skipper had been talking a lot about me. And about the Harlot. She didn't know much, but said that Mrs Skipper was shouting about boats not being worth it and Skipper was just shaking his head a lot.

Now I'm sitting in the driveway at home, away from my friends, and I'm still scared.

Does This Leak Make Me Look Fat - Part III: Seeing the Professionals - and the Professionals Seeing Me

Putting the water back where it should be

About a month ago, Skipper gave up on my leak.  He took me to a boat doctor.  I was scared when he left me there alone in a snowstorm, but the nice people at the boat hospital took me in and checked me over.  Then they put me back outside. They didn't even do anything! Skipper came and got me a couple of days later. He didn't say much, just "Come on girl, let's go home."

When I got back to Winter Camp. my friends there said that it wasn't a good sign. They said that boat doctors will always fix you up if there is something wrong with you, and if they don't, it means that you are a goner.  That week there was a pretty bad rain storm, and part of my boat cover blew off. I was full of rainwater and felt bloated and awful.  The next time Skipper came to race, he was asking people if they knew anyone selling newer Sunfish. I didn't feel well from all the bloating, and Skipper was preoccupied and not concentrating, so we spent most of the day in the back of the fleet.

I'm scared.

Skipper is a Chicken

Where's the Blue and Yellow Sail? 

All my winter friends and some of my summer friends got to play today. Sunfish 1 showed up from Summer Camp and I wanted to race with her. Instead I got to watch. Skipper explained to me that he volunteered to help out on the committee boat because they were shorthanded.  I find it odd that the race committee needed "help" on a cloudy 40 degree day with 20 mph winds.  Here I am, looking forward to racing with my friends, and he wimps out.  The other Sunfish have all been giving me grief ever since about being a fair weather boat. I try to tell them that I just have a wimpy skipper, but the just laugh at me.

I've been with Skipper about as long Mrs Skipper has, and both of us know him better than he knows himself.  He's going soft. He goes around telling everyone that he's got to get a dry suit, but he's too cheap to buy one, so he wimps out on the cold days.  I don't know what he's got to complain about, because I'm the one that's wet and freezing my rudder off in the water!

Don't Ever do that to me Again!

I think Skipper got his daggerboard from here

Skipper decided to do something nice for me, but like a typical man, he fouled up on the execution.  He is getting my daggerboard patched up, and he was supposed to bring his spare to use for racing today. He couldn't find it, so he had to borrow one.  Not a good move.  He managed to get one that was home made, maybe even for another class boat, and was way too fat to fit in my daggerboard trunk. Only about two feet of it was actually in the water, and it stuck up so far in the air that he had trouble tacking.

We did really well downwind, but every upwind leg was an exercise in frustration. We would point about 5 degrees better than the other boats, but we would slide so far sideways that they would open up huge leads on us. By the last race we figured out that heeling way over to windward would let my chine help out the daggerboard a bit, but it was too little too late.

I wish that I could say that we didn't make any mistakes.  Well I didn't anyway.  Skipper made two huge mistakes on port/starboard crossings, one that cost us second and pushed us into last because two boats passed us while we were doing turns. Another time we were first at the mark, but we had to duck a starboard boat, and ended up being the last around the mark, because we kept sliding sideways into it.

Since Skipper made a couple of bonehead tactical mistakes, and we lost every race on the upwind legs, I know what USA 17 feels like racing in the America's Cup. Can I change my tactician?

Finishing First in the Middle of the Fleet

By Skipper's logic, we're winning this race

I'm worried that Skipper is losing it.

We've been on a roll for the past two weeks.  Two weeks ago, we had a really good week at the races. This weekend we raced with 23 other Sunfish, which was awesome. The wind was perfect, and we didn't make any really bad sailing mistakes.  We finished first in all of our races. We haven't finished any lower than 2nd in three weeks.

Skipper has been treating me really nicely. He has been really gentle with his tacks and gybes, and we're actually starting to roll tack. Most important, he has stopped yelling at me. He yells at the wind now, which worries me. All weekend he was obsessed with keeping up with a skipper named Dave. And when we talk about where we finished in races, he babbled incoherently about "alternate scoring" and "parallel universes".

According to Skipper, both of these statements are true:

• We won 8 out of 9 races races this weekend and came in first for the regatta
• We finished in the middle of the fleet for the regatta

Unless we sailed the course so that the same number of boats were always to the right and left of us, for the life of me I can't see how we finished in the middle of the fleet. We brought home a trophy that says "First Place", but skipper says we finished behind this elusive "Dave". Actually, there were two skippers named Dave, and Skipper says he finished behind both of them. How can you finish behind someone when you finish first?

I think Skipper is sailing with his rudder up

No Chain

Erik Schmerik.  I've got Skipper!

I guess it pays to be a flirt!  Skipper got me a new gooseneck quick release this week, and adjusted my rigging so my sail shape is easier to control. He didn't yell at me at all or plop down hard on my deck. He told me that he would rather sail me than a Laser anyday.  We worked a bunch of beautiful races this week.  We tried new ways of starting, and port tacked the fleet three times on starts! We caught other boats downwind, and pointed so much better upwind that other skippers were talking about us. We were over early on one race and still managed a second! Racing today was awesome!

Skipper's bike came with him to summer camp today and said that we had a "no chain" day.  The bike calls days like we had today "no chain" days, because everything's going so smoothly that it's like there's no chain on his gears.  Even though it doesn't really work with a boat, it sounds better than "sailing like I had no sail", I'll stick with "no chain".

Sweet Revenge!

I can sail with someone else too, Skipper!

I've discovered something. Skipper is a serial philanderer. He sailed five times in the past week, and only sailed with me twice.

Yesterday was the worst. Or so I thought.  Skipper dragged me 40 miles to a charity regatta, then proceeded to rig up a Laser that was hanging around the boathouse. He brought me all the way down here just to humiliate me? Worse yet, for the first time in 30 years, he was going to let someone else sail me! I was horrified. How could Skipper do this to me? What would this other skipper do?  Does he know what Sunfish like? Does he know that it hurts to scrape my daggerboard on the bottom? Does he know how to sail at all?

So Skipper introduces me to this new skipper, then goes off with this drinking buddy of a Laser that is his newest best friend.  ErikSkipper says that he's never sailed a Sunfish before.  Now I'm really scared. We launch.  The wind is light and there are only a few waves.  ErikSkipper takes me through a couple of tacks and a couple of gybes. So far so good.  He's gentle on the tiller and the mainsheet. I decide not to try to throw him off.

 ErikSkipper is really nice to me. He doesn't yell at me like Skipper does when I make a mistake. He doesn't contantly adjust my sails. He's really easy on the tiller and when we tack he doesn't drop hard onto my deck like Skipper does. He's easy with my daggerboard. Sailing with ErikSkipper was awesome!

Then the races start. Skipper and his drinking buddy nail the start and shoot out into the lead. Another Laser is right behind him. ErikSkipper misses the start by a couple of boatlengths, but he's so nice to me that I don't mind. I gave my best on the run to catch up, but those Laser boys are just too fast. Then the Race Committe tell us that they used handicaps to even things out between the Laser boys and us Sunfish.  ErikSkipper and I got two firsts! We beat Skipper and his drinking buddy.

Skipper might have the Harlot, and might go sailing with his new drinking buddy Laser, but he's got to be careful. I've got ErikSkipper to sail with now.

Tilt-A-Whirl Racing

Are Sunfish Supposed to go underwater?

I'm glad I'm not sailing today.  I'm still hurting from yesterday.  I raced at summer camp on Saturday, then Skipper took me to another camp. This one was on the ocean.  There were a bunch of Sunfish there too, just like the convention a couple of weeks ago. I didn't get to do too much talking to them though, because we went out on the water right away.  We left the launch area, and as we sailed past the dock, it looked like it was going to be a good day.  There was a lot of wind and a lot of boats.

Then we cleared the dock.  All of a sudden, we got hit by wave after wave. Skipper said that he was a lake sailor and had no idea how to go fast with waves like these.  I did belly flop after belly flop. Skipper leaned into the waves, then he leaned out of the waves, then he sailed me flat, then he sailed me heeled. No help. We couldn't pinch like we normally do, and we had to foot to make any progress. A lot.

Then we turned downwind. We surfed off a wave. That was awesome.  Then the next wave came. My bow went about a foot under water and my rudder came out of the water. I was under water up to my coaming. Skipper just kept saying this strange word that he says when we're in trouble.

We finally got things straightened out, and skipper found out that he had to sit near my tiller and hike backwards to keep my bow out of the water. Once we figured that out we were ok, except when Skipper wasn't paying attention.

It was rough out there. One poor Sunfish got a broken mast, and a couple of others had lines let go, including me.  Skipper managed to fix it so we could keep going.  We didn't do great, but this camp had a lot of prizes to give out and Skipper did well enough to win a hat.

Skipper and I are both sore this morning from the pounding.

Do they make ibuprofin for boats?

Does This Leak Make Me Look Fat? - Part II

My leak is right at the rub rail about 3 inches back from my bow

After the Sunfish Convention, skipper didn't bring me back to summer camp. He brought me home so that he could hunt down my leak.  He was doing a bubble test (Did you know that bubble tests tickle?) and turned me over to do the second half of the test, and my bow came off the dolly and Skipper lowered my bow onto the grass.  Water ran out of my hull from the leak and Skipper saw it and marked it. Then he checked the area using a bubble test. Nothing. Skipper thinks it's because the leak is behind the rub rail.

It's on the right side of my bow, along the seam where my deck meets my hull.  it also fits my symptoms, where I leak only in heavy weather when I heel a lot.  Skipper says that he dreads the fix because he has to drill out the rub rail rivets and remove a section without bending it. Skipper has a carpenter cousin who tells him that he has 10 thumbs on 2 left hands (Skipper is right handed).

Do they make Novocaine for boats?

A Sunfish Convention

Me, and 30 or so of my closest friends

Sorry for the late post, but Skipper and I (and a rare treat, Mrs Skipper and the 2 mates) just got back from the Sunfish Regional Championships at the Wequaquet Yacht Club in Hyannis this weekend. It was awesome! I've never seen so many Sunfish in one place in my life. There were 31 of us. All the All-Stars and their skippers were there. There was one brand new 60th Anniversary Sunfish there and there were a couple of Sunfish that were nearing their own 60th birthdays. The club loves Sunfish, heck they even have a special bar just for us!

Sunfish Only!

We didn't do too badly, but we had one race where everything that could have gone wrong went wrong.  First we bollixed up the start and made our way to last place before the first tack. Then Skipper fouled a guy and had to do a penalty turn, then my outhaul line broke. We managed to hobble through the last three legs with my sail looking like an old wrinkled bed sheet, and fended off a couple of boats who tried to take advantage of us.

All in all, we didn't do too badly.  They All-Stars beat us, like they always do, but we held our own against the mortal boats. Skipper and I are both sore after two days of hard racing, but it was well worth it.  Thanks Wequaquet Yacht Club for an awesome time.

A Friend is Hurt

One of the boats at Summer Camp got badly hurt the other day, and it doesn't look good for him. Somebody dropped him onto the storage rack and his bottom got cracked really badly.  Nobody's fessed up to it and he's not talking, but he's in a really bad way. They dragged him away from the waterfront and put him up in the back where nobody can sail him.  I've heard rumors that there are scavengers that come and strip parts off of hurt boats.  I hope they don't get him. And I certainly hope that he doesn't end up like this: