Stardate 11341.1

Captain's Log: Stardate 11341.1
There's really not a whole lot to say about last night's race, other than the disappointing results showing us losing by 55 measly seconds. Things would have been a lot better had the wind not clocked down to practically nothing on the second and final leg. Still, I was impressed with how much better the Enterprise was performing in the lighter air as compared to previous years. Maybe it's the new bottom. Maybe it's less people on board. It could even be the new floorboards. I really don't know.

It started out looking to be a great night. Good temperatures, a 6-8 breeze and all indicators showed the thunderstorms were going way north of us. The only thing that really worried me was how much Kurt knew about the Blu-Ray release of "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants".

And then, scary enough, Dave knew all about the movie too. Any more of this discussion and I feared their periods would start to sync. It was time to go.

So we powered out to the starting area and checked in with the race committee.

And then we put the main up and checked in with the race committee.

We checked the line, tacked away, pulled the genoa out and then tacked back to check in with the race committee.

Unfortunately, there were still only two boats in our division -- us and High Heels. I know why Snow Goose isn't out yet, but can't fathom what's taking so long with Bouliner and New Freedom (the name of which conjures up an image of a woman frolicking through a field of daisies and a product that Dave and Kurt could have used after the previous-mentioned syncing.)

Unlike last week, the starting line was more square and I could see how rusty I've become with timing one of our starts. At the gun, we were a half boat length from the line and at best possible speed. Not bad for a six month dry spell. Oh yeah, we checked in with the race committee again as we crossed.

We went to the right side of the course, looking for that Throgs Neck Bridge lift, but also found some lighter air over there, giving High Heels the opportunity to gain some ground. At one point, as the Enterprise was headed West towards the bridge, we were approaching a group of J/24s under spinnaker on starboard tack. Jory, Dave and Richard pointed them out and then someone asked if I was concerned.

Let's see, a 40-foot, 19,000-pound starship traveling at Warp 5.5 towards a couple of 24-foot J's.

Nope. Not concerned. Heck, I doubt I'd even have to raise the shields.

We did gain some ground back against High Heels, and finished a few minutes ahead, but needed that extra 55 seconds, which we could have gained by not going so far to the right side of the course. Oh well. That's City Island sailing.

I must say, I'm really starting to enjoy this more-relaxed mode of sailing, less people, less stress, as well as our chutes and extra lines in storage several miles away. I'm already looking forward to Race 04 next week.