Captain’s Log: Stardate 10474.0
Yesterday’s Sayers Series regatta provided us with a cancelled first race and a second race of light winds with boat speed averaging Warp 1 and never going beyond Warp 4 -- A perfect day for Commander Dave to have the conn and command the Enterprise.

Truth be told, he did extremely well. Light winds have been known to be the true test of a captain and Dave never lost concentration. He tacked on headers, rounded marks extremely well (though one was so close we had to pull in the sail so as not to touch) and was always aware of the other boats’ positions.

I took care of the main, while Commander Jory and Lt. Mitch took care of the headsail. The winning combination of helmsmanship, tactical decisions and sail handling had us finishing in second place in a fleet of 15-20 boats. Dave was especially proud of his performance against Captain Bivona of USS Eagle, who rounded a fraction of a boat length behind us at the first mark and whose rating should have propelled him far ahead by the second. Instead, Eagle rounded the second mark seven boat lengths behind, closed the gap to three on the third leg, but then lost so much position that by the time we reached the third mark, Dave wanted to do a 360 before finishing.

The only thing keeping it from perfection was that the local fishermen didn’t accept my offer at the last mark (I offered him $10.00 if he’d throw one or two of his dead bluefish at Eagle as they rounded.)

Where was the rest of the Enterprise crew? Ensign Hilde’s babysitter quit (we’ve met some of Hilde’s kids – no surprise there,) Ensign Roman had already committed himself to race in the American YC Fall Series (they didn’t race – no wind,) Lt. Kurt was home watching his kids while his wife was out (why does she get to go out and you don’t, Kurt?) and Lt. Patty was, and will be for the Fall Series, out of town. She’s been very quite about this latest trip and, and after much discussion, we’ve concluded that she’s probably doing something extremely stupid like visiting Canada or marrying Tune.

Finally, while waiting for our start, we discussed the future of the Enterprise and whether or not an Enterprise-B was in the cards. My choices for the next starship to bear the name are down to a C&C 37+ (40 feet, really) or the Dehler 41DS. After a quick description of the 41DS, which includes a self-tacking jib, an asymmetrical spinnaker, furling sails, a bow thruster and remote-control steering from down below, the crew unanimously decided that I should buy one right away. Funny, out of the ones who voted, no one was willing to put up the monthly payments.

Time will tell . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 10472.6
This is a sad, sad day. A Wednesday without a Wednesday Night Race. We won’t be leaving work early. We don’t have our foul weather gear packed into our duffle bags. We’re not checking the weather on our office PCs to determine things like wind speed, temperature and tide. Now the most exciting thing I’m looking forward to is whether or not my Star Wars Trilogy DVD will arrive in the mail.

Kill me now.

But there’s still a few last “hurrah’s” for the season of 2004. A Sayers Series fun race this Sunday (in which Commander Dave will have the conn) and the EBYRA Fall Series (in which Commander Richard will have the conn.) The usual season-end log entry where I reflect on great memories and quotes will have to wait a few more weeks, but don’t worry Patty; “I got it” made the list.

We finished the Wednesday Night Race Series in 4th place overall, thanks to the efforts of Commander Dave, Lt. Mitch and Lt. Kurt performing race committee on Race 18 despite Kurt apparently being a felon and Mitch’s sexual preference to goats. Our standing was further enhanced by the following conversation that took place between the USS Exuberance and the Enterprise crew on the Race Committee boat:

Exuberance: "What was that course again?"
Race Committee: "D."
Exuberance: "B?"
Race Committee: "No, D as in 'dog'."
Exuberance: "B as in 'bog'?"
Race Committee: "No, D as in 'dog'."
Exuberance: "C as in 'cog'?"
Race Committee: "No. D. D, dog. Woof woof'."
Exuberance: "Oh . . . Exuberance withdraws from the race."

If only the Gay Klingons on Neverland Express mistook it for T as in ‘Targ’ (and if you know what that is, the Star Trek geek line is forming to the left) and we would have finished in 3rd. Nevertheless, I’m proud of the work the crew has done and I’m sure we do better and better.

And for those others awaiting their Star Wars Trilogy DVD, my pissy mood leaves me no other choice but to spoil it for you: Darth Vader is Luke’s father. Ha!


Captain’s Log: Stardate 10469.0
Last night was all about tactics. Without a constant stream of information and a set plan on where to go, you could be stuck out there a long, long time.

Unfortunately, I’m referring to the various highways, parkways and roadways in Westchester County and the Bronx in both getting to and going home from our brief voyage on the Enterprise. With just shy of 6 inches of rain falling in White Plains and almost as much throughout the area, the police had their hands full closing flooded roadways and removing fallen trees. “Weather and Traffic on the 8’s” was my new best friend.

The remains of Hurricane Frances has all but crippled the area north of the city. Someone once said that they should go back to naming Hurricanes only after women because they come in all excited and wet -- and then they leave with your house.

But what about Race 17? The final Wednesday night mission for 2004 on the Enterprise was a non-event. With less than half of the registered boats showing and none of them in our division, our race counted only as a start towards qualifying – which we did ages ago. Instead, we crossed the line, withdrew and went for a delightful sail in Western Long Island Sound in the clearing skies and medium breezes. Our destination: Second star to the right, and straight on ‘til morning.

Missing was Lt. Patty, Ensign Hilde (she said she’d be back?) and Ensign Roman, who was afraid that if the weather got bad, his girlfriend would get all Lefty on us.

Our only issue that arose is the now-malfunctioning impulse drive, which will, hopefully, be repaired by Saturday’s Captain’s Island Race. Once I know for sure, either way, I’ll let the crew know.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 10467.1
The good news is that last night’s race was our 11th and earned us a throwout. The bad news is that last night’s race was probably the one we’re going to toss.

If only the wind didn’t increase… We did everything right. A perfect set, the right tactics downwind and our fastest spinnaker takedown ever. If the wind kept at 3-5 we would have finished a half hour ahead of everyone.

But, the wind increased – the ultimate curse of Time on Time was upon us. Distances that would have taken a half hour were now easily done in five to ten minutes. Last night was a gift to the boats with high-numbered ratings. Last night, the Hairy Horta finally received a numerator higher than his IQ. Last night, Ensign Yejide (Jane) broke a nail. We were doomed.

We did learn a few things: 1: If you don’t get the sail in fast enough, Commander Dave will hurt you (just ask Kurt.) 2: Our starts are better after a short argument about politics. 3: Don’t trust the GPS speed indicator (we went from 20 boat lengths to 3 to 1 in about 3 seconds – we must have been doing 20 knots in 5 knots of breeze.) And, 4: Had Lefty been with us, Hurricane Frances would have turned north and traveled 1500 miles in an hour just to sit on top of Eastchester Bay (“Let’s put the Number One back up.” “Nooooo!”)

Dropping out for the night was USS Exuberance, who lost sight of the committee boat and mistook the flashing-light #2 buoy at Big Tom for the non-flashing-light buoy 46A in the channel. Luckily, there was no apparent damage. Also, congratulations are in order to Captain Ohstrom for the sale of the now-decommissioned USS Frolic. The new owner will be sailing the boat down to Florida. Frances, meet Frolic. Frolic, this is Frances.