Century Club: Tim Ford

Yet another light air race complete with a big iron wind shadow in the beginning legs of the race.  We got the boat goind and won our class.  We played Cat & Mouse with Mr. White (he'd spotted us a 10 minute head-start) and ended up changing leads with him numerous times.  Finally caugh up to him in the spinn legs up Eastern Bay and we legged out on the beat to the finish.  It didn't matter, the boat was not in our class, but it's always fun to have a boat-for-boat race, especially against two of the Chesapeake's finest. (Don't foget thay INCOMMUNICADO won the LeBrot Trophy about 9 or 10 years ago)

Worked on boats all day but was too tired to go out with the Tues eve. folks.  Plus the weather looked damp.  But as just one boat was heading out, I said I'd stick around and keep my phone handy in case they needed assistance or just a tow back to PSA, as the breeze was dying.

Started up the Safety Boat just to get reacquainted with its controls and equipment.  Seemed to start ok, so I shut it off and waited for a call.  But then I thought, well, I should just head out anyway, just in case. 

That's when the fight started.

Turned the key. No starter. No power lift (I'd left the engine down, prop in the water).  Fiddled around with various other operational deficiencies and grabbed my multi-meter.  AHAH!  Battery read plenty of V.  and I could hear the solenoid clicking but not engaging the engine.  To me, that sounds like crappy battery connections.

So sure enough, pulled the battery box out and took a look at the terminals. UGH.  A little sandpaper, a little knife action and that was all it needed.  Battery connectors back on and VOILA enginre runs.   Of course, by then, the FS folks were back at the dock.

i550, kayak and the Flying Scot Tuesday evening fleet, complete with rig down on one.  No one injured and FS towed back to PSA  safely, so all in all, it was a day!

Painted a bit of the sportboat's interior and launched a kayak to inspect the transom. Paddled out to where one of our neighbors has planted a bugeye!  Wanted some photos, as my Great Grandfather, John R. Ford owned and operated a bugeye in the great turn-of-the-century oyster bed ravage. 

2nd time in as many weeks the red FS lost its rig...something to do with a "pin."  Isn't it always?

My last of usable "work days." 

Lots of sanding on INC.  The results look like a new Interlux VC Offshore color, called "Magothy Camo" but it is slick as hell and sanded to perfection.  Can you say, "laminar flow?"