Captain's Log: Stardate 11264.2
For years now, I've always wondered how one could merge the sports of yacht racing with NASCAR -- what it would be like to be on a sailboat while doing high-speed turns round and round in one direction for, say, 500 laps.

Well last night we found out.

It started with a few subspace messages from Lt. Kurt and Ensign Emily that, despite having several weeks off, they were not going to be able to join the Enterprise on our Wednesday night mission. Add to that the departure of Crewman Bruce back to Watercolour and our crew numbers were looking low for the night, but still doable.

And then I received word from Crewman Nicole that the George Washington Bridge was backed up and it was doubtful she'd make it in time, ignoring our suggestion to simply drive the car off the bridge and we'll pick her up in the water.

So now comes the discussions: With our small amount, do we try racing anyway or just go out for a "booze cruise" on Western Long Island Sound?

Word came in from Nicole that she was going to keep trying as we saw the committee boat head out to the starting area. A little bit later she said she was nine miles away.

Nine miles. That could be ten minutes. All right! The Enterprise was already prepared to race thanks to the rigging work of Foredeck Captain Dave and Commander Richard. We can do this. To cut time down further, we left the mooring to circle the dock, perhaps avoiding a long launch ride delay.

And we circled. And circled. And circled.

Another text message: Almost there.

And we circled. And circled. And circled.

A mile and a half away, the race committee ran the starting sequence. Another text message about changing clothes and be right there.

And we circled. And circled. And circled.

While our division was heading up the first leg of the course, the sun set and the wind got lighter. Another text message: Can't get through the gate.

Now, I don't know if we did 500 laps or not, but it felt like we did. And, we were beginning to think she was sitting at her desk in New Jersey or at home just messing with us. Still, Dave, mostly in hopes that she was bringing pizza, jumped off to greet her at the gate. And, with a long commute home, Jory and Zoraida also jumped ship.

We left Eastchester Bay and the boxed wine flowed faster than the water past the hull. And in the end, though a nice evening, we determined NASCAR and yacht racing don't really work together well.

Hopefully by next week we'll be back on the real race course. With only three more Wednesday night races to go, it would be nice to actually get some racing in.