G.G.Y.C: MIDWINTERS
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idwinter racing is generally low-key, tranquil stuff. The Big Weatherman upstairs usually sets the Wind Machine on the low end of the scale, somewhere between “fickle” and “non¬ existent”. And let’s be honest — the lighter conditions are a welcome change-up after getting your shorts blown off all summer. Even the most hardcore dyedin-the-kevlar racers secretly enjoy the switch from full foul weather gear and
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bullet-proof blades to shirtsleeves, light air sails, and the occa- x
sional anchor drill. Ahh, the mid¬ winters. We’ve always
thought of them as a great excuse to get the gang together to drink beer and tell stories while slowly floating around the race course. The Bay is usually flat as a pan¬ cake and the racing — if there’s even enough wind to start — generally progresses at the speed of orthodontia. So much for how it’s supposed to be. The first midwinter race of the season — hosted
