THE STORM TRYSAIL CLUB Block Island Race Week Presented by Rolex
2009 Block Island Race Week News T U E S D AY • J U N E 2 3 , 2 0 0 9
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Preliminary Results . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 Sponsors . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6 Amendments . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8 Events Schedule. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 Weather . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13
Once Around, With Gusto The sand sharks that inhabit the normally peaceful waters around Block Island must be asking one another, “What the hell happened?!” There were hundreds of these three- to four-foot squalos (also known as dogfish) in the area during yesterday’s race, presumably having a good time basking on the surface and surfing the six-to eight-foot waves before being overrun by fins of a different, altogether more malevolent nature. “We were struggling a bit going downwind at one point until we realized we’d picked up a shark on our keel,” said Malcolm Park, project manager and main trimmer on Roger Sturgeon’s STP Rosebud/ Team DYT (Fort Lauderdale, FL). “Once we got that clear we were good to go. I just spoke with Vanquish (the Kings Point Sailing Squadron’s Storm Trysail 65) and they picked up a shark, too.” Park, who reported reaching boatspeeds of 23 knots, added, “It was beautiful out there today.” Rosebud blitzed the 23-mile course in 1 hour and 43 minutes, taking line honors and winning a Rolex. Another boat making shark contact was Rodrick Jabin’s Farr 40 Ramrod
(Annapolis, MD). “We were going 12 to 16 knots downwind, then all of a sudden we were doing 11 to 13,” said mastman Matt Weimer. “We had to back down to shake him free.” Despite of the delay, Ramrod went on to win her class. Perhaps the arrival of Sunday’s blustery front (crews that went out for practice reported 30 knots), and the possibility of even more wind for yesterday’s Round the Island Race was the reason for the somewhat subdued anticipation on the docks in the morning, with many conversations seemingly quieter than usual as crews contemplated how much breeze was forthcoming. In fact, we heard several unsubstantiated reports of sailors (individuals whose reputations for hard-partying are indeed well-deserved) being pulled aside for gentle but firm admonishment to set an early course for bed instead of venturing out to Captain Nick’s or the Yellow Kittens on
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