I biked to the club on the Norco, for the first time this year. I need to do it more often. I just met Pat for a haircut and swam a bit.
There were lasers available so I booked one and started rigging it slowly and ended up trying to race with the lightning and a 49'er. It was windy for that little racing machine. It seemed to behave like a Telsa with a very heavy throttle. The acceleration was incredible. It was sometimes hard to determine the wind direction. Difficult for me to tack. I slowed down too much and stalled. I dunked about 5 times and turtled once, having the daggerboard fall out. I decided not to race and sailed her around the spoiled grounds, making it back to the dock without any problems.
I warmed myself up and took Bellum out at 8PM, anchored at 9 behind the church and before BYC. It was a North wind. Made my Italian Sausages.
The next morning, I got up slowly and weighed anchor, drifted out and then sailed back to the club, and packed the car with stuff for home and locker. I put the inflatable Kayak and 155 in Norm's locker. Drove to the funeral home to make arrangements for mom;
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