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Canuckistani Anarchist Bedford checks in with his version of the Cabo Race from aboard the vintage sled "Cheetah".

This year’s Cabo was somewhat uneventful – We didn’t blow any kites, we didn’t bust our
steering cables and we didn’t wipe out. Still, it was a great race on a vintage sled with a great
group of people. Speed-wise we didn’t get into the twenties like last year but sailed in the high
teens for much of the race. It reminded me a little of that other world-renowned race that has
come to represent the pinnacle of our sport. Of course I’m talking about the Route Halifax Ste. Pierre!

There are a number of similarities between these two events; both coastlines are pretty much void of vegetation. Both places have bars. Mind you the ones in Cabo actually open. Cabo has resorts. I think Ste P has a hotel. Cabo has beaches. Ste P, not so much. Both races involve climate change; In the Cabo race, we started in a warm place and raced to a warmer place. The RHSP takes you from a cold place to a colder place. The boat I was on had a 33′ spinnaker pole – the average length of a boat in HRSP. Both places have women too. Except in Cabo, they have separate eyebrows and weigh less than I do.

There aren’t a bunch of people in LA that are eager to do the 900 mile beat back to LA from Cabo – that’s
where the Canadians come in. It must be all that training off the coast of Nova Scotia huh? For
the first two days, we found ourself beating into winds gusting up to 37kts. We stopped in Bahia
Tortuga to check the rig, get supplies, dry out the boat and rest. That’s where we met Pedro, our
one armed tour guide
.

Finally back in LA, I thought about those intrepid men and women that will be setting off again
in the fog this summer. I thought about them for a good ten seconds and quietly said to myself, "What a bunch of dorks." Then I scratched myself in an inappropriate manner and got back to my
margarita.