Stardate 11346.8

Captain's Log: Stardate 11346.8
Well, I've only been doing this for 20 years here, but I'll go out on a limb anyway: Last night was the worst EBYRA Wednesday Night Racing ever.

It's not about wind (there wasn't much) -- there's nothing anyone can do about that. It's not about weather -- it was a gorgeous night with comfortable temps and low humidity. Nope, everything that was wrong about last night happened on the committee boat. Quite simply, when the wind is coming from 150-170 degrees, you don't send the fleet to a first mark at 195 degrees.

The race screamed "fetch" so loud that every canine in the Bronx was ready for action.

We started on port, ducked High Heels and Wuestwind, did no tacks (and we were overtrimmed for the course), rounded the mark and reached back.

Really. That's it. Last night's race summed up right there.

And if you read that sentence slow enough, you'll match the amount of time we spent on the race course; 25 minutes, 15 seconds.

That's after an hour in the car and a night before shopping for supplies, food and drinks. I swear, it makes you rethink the whole racing thing.

At least, prior to the start, we got to test the new Enterprise weapons systems:

And, we got to end the race with a super spread of different meals ranging from sushi to fried chicken, from Milky Ways to tortilla chips, and from orzo salad to an italian appetizer made of sausages and cheeses - all despite our knowing just how dangerous it is, on the Enterprise, to mix pasta and anti-pasta.

Luckily the universe didn't explode on us, and we will be back with more fun, and more food, for next week's race.