Captain's Log: Stardate 10266.1
With the Labor Day weekend approaching fast, the crew of the Enterprise stepped aboard last night for the first of the final three Wednesday Night Races this season. As we approached by shuttlecraft, Lt. Ellen checked the WindAlert readings for the Kings Point weather buoy, just a couple miles away from our starting area.

North-Northeasterly. Could be chilly tonight.

Two. Gusts to Five. Could be sucky tonight.

Once aboard, we saw the limited breeze clock to Northeast, then East, then East-Southeast. Now, I didn't do very well in calculus or statistics in college (By the way, I majored in Communications, not Astrodynamics and Temporal Sciences as you may have thought), but I'm pretty sure I saw a pattern there.

Once we reached the starting area, seeing as we haven't really raced in almost a month, I felt it was a good time to reacquaint the crew with the finer dynamics of yacht racing:

"Everyone," I said, "this thing we are on is the boat. The boat." I then paused to make sure everyone understood. "The white things up here are sails. Sails."

I think they were getting it. Now for the tough part: "We use these, the sails, to make this, the boat, go as fast as possible. Any questions?"

Lt. Kurt asked how long we were going to be out tonight. I reminded him of the previous instruction and that the answer partially depended on him.

Back to the race: The Race Commitee, led by PRO Eben and the team from Zoetrope, saw no wind direction trend, rushed to get us started, and sent us off on a course to the edge of Manhasset Bay. A quarter way up the first leg and the wind shifted, giving the fleet a parade reach course both ways in deadly light air.

Maybe we should have set the chute on the first leg, but I doubt it would have done much for our position overall.

There were three exciting moments, though. The first was a mark-rounding collision between Falcon and Excalibur, but unfortunately it was nothing close to the Thin Man / Chaika collision a few weeks earlier. The second was when Crewman Caeser, during a whopping 5-degree heel, started to slide off the leeward rail and almost became a tasty meal for the bluefish in Western Long Island Sound. His new nickname: Chum.

The final exciting moment was feeling the Enterprise accelerate to Warp 6.8 -- Unfortunately this was after the race was over and the engine went into gear.

Let's hope there's some real breeze for the final two races. Would be nice to the Enterprise in her glory again.