No Beach Party
This week I broke a bunch of promises. Last year I pledged not to race handicap around the buoys anymore after having a string of completely uninteresting regattas that made sailing a chore.. Last September, after the Beneteau 36.7 NAs, I promised myself I’d stay away from boats that sailed at 165 degrees TWA downwind. After all the conflict between us and Premiere Racing at Key West last month, I promised to stay away from Peter Craig’s events for a while. And after some nasty nights last year, I promised Mer that I’d stay away from rum drinks. And of course, this week in Miami, I broke all those promises.
Less than a week before Miami Race Week, Philippe Paturel, the North American importer for Archambault Boats, asked me to come down and sail with him at Miami Race Week. After looking at the entry list for the 7-boat IRC-2 class I’d be sailing in I wondered what the hell I was thinking, but Philippe is a hilarious dude who takes great care of his crew, he let me recruit a phenomenal trimmer, and I figured, “what the hell?”