First of all, let's talk about you (if you were at the race): Photographer Jimmy Rivera took many more photos than could be used on the blog, but you should still get to see them (and Jimmy has generously made them available here:
Download LI RACE 09 WEB)
Okay, enough about you, let's talk about me. I was in six races and the relay race...my results (and nutshell commentary:)
First Race: Third (managed to get around jibe mark carnage.)
Second Race: Fourth (participated in jibe mark carnage but waterstarted quickly.)
Third Race: First! Yeah boy! I was two hundred yards behind the guy that should have won, but he sailed too far in to shore before tacking. I made my tacks in full-strength wind and so got across the finish line first. I fell at the jibe mark in this race, btw, so falling and winning are possible.
Fourth Race: Last! Yeah boy! I carved a beautiful jibe around the jibe mark, was a lock for third place, and lost my concentration as per yesterday's post. Two days later my shoulder still hurts from the catapult.
Fifth Race: Fifth (see the photo to the right). In the Lemans start beach carnage my board ended up inside Ted's boom. It took us the better part of a minute to untangle ourselves and begin the race, yet thanks to the mess at the jibe mark Ted finished fourth and I was right behind him.
Sixth Race: First! This was the only race that resembled what I thought a windsurfing race would be like. I was early to the mark, jibed around it nicely, and was headed for victory except for the fact that Bob Mansfield was behind me and catching up...he had a speed advantage (that is to say he's much faster than me!) He also had excellent reason to want to beat me, as last year I jibed into him at Napeague (ie I rammed him). What to do? Kevin O'Shea told me he was distracted off his board at the mark when a competitor shouted at him, so I tried yelling. Bob did not fall. I could hear him heading upwind behind me, so I pinched as well, keeping his way blocked as we got within a few hundred yards of the finish line. Then I heard him bear away...he was going to shoot underneath like a bat out of hell and zoom by! But like some asshole driver on the Long Island Expressway I beared off with him, using the Complete Jerk strategy to fend him off. It worked, I won, he came in second, and was friendly and laughing afterwards. It was all in good fun, but between the ramming and the blocking I figure I've got two strikes against me in Bob's World.
Relay Race: Our team came in last, but we had fun. I sailed against K-Dog Kevin O'Shea, who quickly got in front of me but on whose tail I managed to stay for the run to the buoy and back. I spent the rest of the afternoon telling K that he was on a faster board...he should have pulled away from me...why was he such a slow sailor? Also I recently refused to sell him a boom, so I have two strikes with him too.
That's my story. I came in last, I came in first. You could have, too! I was sailing on a heavyish 9 year old Bic with a stock fin that was considered crap THEN, along with a wave sail (an absolutely fantastic 6.2 wave sail, but it wasn't designed to go fast or sail overpowered) and still managed to win (a pumpkin). Most of the racers at the regatta were sailing on Whatever They Had (I particularly enjoyed Vulcan George Pav racing on his freestyle board.) And for the last two King of the East events at Heckscher, we've had loads of fun racing ancient longboards alongside state of the art formula gear (and everything else) in nonplaning or barely planing conditions.
My point is: Windsurfing racing on Long Island is casual, it's come as you are, it's fun, and it's fun. And as Jill Marr points out, it's fun! There are going to be more of them, and you should join in the fun!
(Top: The editor wants a pumpkin. Bottom: Same editor contemplates his nose, while his board's nose slides between Ted's boom and sail. Ted thought getting knocked down at the start was bad, but the indignity (and real fun) was just beginning! Photos courtesy Jimmy Rivera.)

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