UNITED STATES WAYFARER ASSOCIATION
Commodore: Don Healy Treasurer: Nancy Glaspie
Vice-Commodore: Bill Glaspie Racing Captain: Dick Johnson
Secretary: Marianne Ayres Measurer: Jim Peacock
Notes From The National Committee
Friday, August 12
Saturday, August 13
Sunday, August 14
Lunch and awards immediately after 5th race.
There are several motels in the area; one that is easily
accessible is the Rochester Motor Lodge. The rates are $9.00 for
a single; #12. double; $14 twin. Reservations need to be in by the middle
Please tear off the registration form found further in this issue and return it to:
Don Healy, Commodore USWA, 1168 Avon Manor, Rochester, Michigan 48063The renting of boats for the Nationals, to accommodate any owner who is geographically hampered in trailing his boat:
The renter must be a USWA member in good standing and be the owner of a registered Wayfarer. The renter shall supply his own sails and shall assume liability for returning the boat to the owner in its original condition, including derigging and trailering if applicable.The annual dinner and meeting will be held this year at Sylvan Glen Inn. The dinner will be $4.75 including tax and tips. Following is the menu:
Juice, tossed salad, potatoes, vegetable, ham-chicken-topsirloin, coffee, rolls-butter, and ice cream.There will be an annual business meeting at the dinner Saturday evening. The main point of business will be the election of new officers. We hope that each fleet will present a slate of nominees.
By the way, you must be a paid-up association member to compete in the Nationals; that is, annual dues for 1966 - $2.50, registration fee of #5.00 (if you've never paid it), transfer fee if you bought a used boat and have never paid it.
Boats must be equipped with:
U.S. Coast Guard approved life jackets. One for each person.
North American Championships
Around The Fleets
first, Al Schoenborn (and Roy Coleman) of Toronto;
The most recent race was a weekend camp-out at Higgins Lake in Northern Michigan. There were 17 Wayfarers and 3 Leaders participating. It was a great weekend; the weather was beautiful, the winds were steady, and the water was warm.
Fleet #3 - East Coast. Inactive. Note: It only takes three boats to organize so some of you East Coast folk get together!
Fleet #4 - Cleveland. The Cleveland people are busy planning for their first invitational as this Skimmer goes to press. It will be held on July 9, 10. We wish them well!
Fleet #5 - San Francisco. No News!
Fleet #6 - Lake Orion, Michigan. No News!
Fleet #7 - Longview, Washington. No News!
Addition to Fleet #1 News: In the Small Boat Regatta, the Wayfarers did very well finishing
1st - Hal Lee, 2nd - Bob Spitz, 3rd - Hy Krieberg, 4th - Hans Callies.
by Bill Worrall
Almost all of us who are racing Wayfarers, bought our boats as a family recreation, with racing the furthest thing from our minds. In fact, most of us weren't aware that the silly things even raced when we bought them. (Who ever heard of racing something at three or four m.p.h.?) I have found that while most new owners hesitate when the word "race" is mentioned, you can't keep them away once they have competed a couple of times. The actual race is only part of the fun. Afterwards, there is a picnic, party, or gab-fest where the races are sailed over and over. By the time the day is over, you are convinced you were cheated and should have been the winner.
Sailboat racing is a simple sport governed by a few easy-to-understand rules. The first step by a new sailor should be to acquire a rule book and read it a few times. After this, and a trip to your lawyer to figure out what you have read, the sport will begin to take shape.
Now that you know the rules, you are ready to get in the boat and try your newly acquired knowledge. Right away you discover the rule book didn't tell you everything because here are twenty wild, gyrating boats all trying to cross the same ten feet of starting line at the same second. With that part of the race over, and all boats on their way, you suddenly encounter some nut trying to run you over while all the time he keeps screaming, "Starboard!" like this gives him the right to ram you. After having several more of these nuts trying to ram you, you finally arrive at the first mark only to find all twenty boats again thinking they can sail in the space of one.
After rounding the mark, your nerves are shot, your wife (crew) is screaming and you're sure that the thing to do is quit right now. However, the worst is over. From here on it is follow the leader to the finish line.
Once back on shore, you're sure there must be an easier way and there is. What you need are a few secret tactics. Here are a couple that always seem to work. While everyone else is eating, you sneak around and pull the rubber plugs out of all the other boats. Method #2 will cost a few cents but seems to do the job very well. First you check the standings and pick out the first two or three boats. Now locate the skippers of these boats and while you are being a regular guy buying them three or four drinks, you're putting your plan into effect. Not only will they be easier to beat, they might not even be able to find their boats.
Now to be serious for a minute, those of you who have never raced are only getting part of the fun out of your boat. You will find that other Wayfarer owners are more than willing to assist you in any way they can.
So come on out and give it a try. I'm sure you will find
it most rewarding.
Clues (or clews) to Who's Who in Sailing
The hotter the summer gets, the shorter the tempers! While leafing through umpteen magazines, books, and pamphlets trying to decipher what the leeward side of our Pandora is, the skipper lost patience and decided to enrol me in a driver-training sailing course. Now when do I find time for that? I'll just continue to sail the boat from crew position for awhile -- at least until this black electrical tape wears off my mouth.
These sailing terms are the greatest, though. Where else except from outer space do you hear the musical lyrics #%&*#%? Ah yes, no doubt about it, this sailing is the hobby every wife should encourage. The long periods of silence are very productive. While he broods on the wheres and whys of "middle of the fleet" standing, the dishes are washed and the ironing caught up. The best way to brighten his corner is to stay out of it.
Overall, this season has gotten off to a great start -- for everyone else. We're in there plugging but so far the hole punched in the side of the boat and two leaky bailers have been great excuses for mediocre finishes. Turn in my sneakers?
Never! After all, how else would I have seen Chicago?
The "windy city" is just that when it comes to hoisting sails. Mother nature sees the flying W every year and begins to whistle her smartest.
The Chicago fleet really turns on for this big annual event. More boats than the 14 of us who went swimming above water really would have crowded Lake Michigan. The helicopter went whirly trying to pace our dizzy, zig-zagging course. If that pilot would take up sailing, he probably wouldn't have been available to help Sheldon, though. It seems that Wayfarer wants to sail like a seal - only coming up for air at the local fleet outings where it holds claim to second place this season.
The jolly skippers from Canada were out teaching again. Showing us the ropes (excuse me, the sheets) and the sterns of their boats were George - you know George - and Al, you'll hear more of him this year because he can drive now, and John, the jolly Green giant that uses tacks to out-point you.
Gentleman George dropped his sails in his sail bag with a fourth place but the revolving trophy for first place in the first race. Al sort of broad reached himself into first place and Bill Worrall of the Michigan Fleet #2, beat it into second place while Dick Johnson (Fleet 2) blew into third. Dick and Bill also came home with first place revolving trophies.
About the night life in that town, try it next summer!
After a silent jaunt home (five and one-half hours), Pandora needed a face lifting on her bottom side. This, I believe, is the hull, but it was the keel or centerboard box or bailers or something that poured more water in than out. Like a grease-monkey without a rack, the skipper crawled and scraped under her with a microscope and some goupy stuff that just "anybody knows is to repair leaks in boats."
Some tears were still showing on her bottom June 5, but the old gal rode proudly down machine-cluttered Detroit streets to the clean (fishy) smelling fresh water Detroit River for the Civic Center Regatta.
Red, blue, white, yellow, green, and many other colored boats greeted her. They even went so far as to exchange colors as they were launched and bobbed bunched together for the big day.
Now after the big gun and the big weather and the big, big maze of sails cleared away, we had a new winner and a familiar name in first place for this unbelievable mess of boats. Jack, you know big Jack, shot home ahead of Don, he's the one with the mottled blue boat and the commodore's gavel, and again that "now coming on strong to fame" Bill Worrall.
A word of congratulations to our women crew: Dorothy Grimm was not grim after this six hour ordeal. It was her skipper's first race in their new boat and he happily sailed on to eighth place. She came shoreward with the wettest curls you ever saw. She also was the only female crew of the day - her husband gave her directions to Belle Isle and she followed them. The rest of us somehow got lost at the zoo or Cobo Hall.
From in between the shores of lakes and the new cleat on Pandora, the tryingest skipper and crew in the USWA wish you luck for the next outing. There will be plenty of space for your boat's name and number in the next Skimmer -- that is, if we don't take first place -- then it'll need the whole paper.