A MONUMENT ...
This volume of the Newsletter is a monstrous monument,
dedicated to procrastination, i.e. the art of putting off until the day
after tomorrow what I should have done in April. And so, having set a mood
of apology, without further ado, we present the biggest newsletter in the
history of man as a civilized and cultured (which lets me out) being........
Due to the introduction of the fibreglass Wayfarer by
the U.K. W.C.O.A., U.S.W.A. and C.W.O.A., it was necessary to revise the
Measurement form to cover the specifications for Wood and Fibreglass Wayfarers.
As a result of meetings held early in 1966 with the U.
S. W.A., we submitted approved amendments to the rule to U.K. W.C.O.A.
The U.K. W.C.O.A. rules and technical committee carried
out an extensive study of changes involved and, in April '66 issued the
final measurement form and rule changes passed by the U.K. W.C.O.A. membership
and the Royal Yachting Association.
I must congratulate the U.K. W.C.O.A. committee for their
fine effort in finalizing the Regulations. Using the U.K. W.C.O.A. approved
measurement form, the U.S.W.A. and C.W. O.A. have jointly approved and
have available the Revised North American Measurement form and rule changes.
Fleet Measurers may obtain copies from the following:-
Chief Measurer, C.W.O.A. - Mr. Harry Jones, 1 Porterfield,
Commodore, U.S.W.A. - Mr. Don Healy, 1168 Avon Manor Rd.,
Rochester, Michigan, U.S.A.
Your C.W.O.A. committee will now review our Constitution
Class Rules and Revised Measurement Form before issuing revised rule book.
The Annual General Meeting will be held at South Port
Sailing Club, Windsor, Ontario, 5 p.m. Sat. Sept. 3rd, after the 2nd North
American Championship Race.
George T. Blanchard, Chairman C.W.O.A.
'66 NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIPS MAKE HISTORY!!!!!!!
On Sept. 3, 4 and 5, 1966, the North American Wayfarer
Championships will move for the first time from their perennial Toronto
home, to be held at the South Port Sailing Club near Windsor on Lake St.
Clair under the auspices of John Green (W-745) and his committee. There
are various reasons for greeting this decision with joy.
The location is certainly geographically ideal for participants
from major Wayfarer hotbeds, with the possible exception of our Ottawa
Fleet, who will be facing the equivalent of the trip made by the Chicagoans,
who came to Toronto. The distance travelled, however, seems have added
to, rather than detracted from, the enjoyment of the championships by these
world travellers, and we hope that this year we will again see our easternmost
fleet represented at the big one.
With the Championships being held in Windsor, a record
turn-out, at least 50 entries we hope, is to be expected from Windsor,
Detroit, Cleveland, Chicago, Lake Orion, Ottawa, Kitchener, North Bay and
Whereas 100% certainty of ideal weather is never possible,
John Green and the rest of our hosts assure all Wayfarers that the prevailing
conditions are medium winds. (ed. note - This statement was completely
borne out by the one weekend regatta, which I have attended there).
A program has been sent out to all members of the CWOA,
containing the following basic information:
Sat. Sept. 3 - 2 races: - C.W.O.A. Annual General Meeting
Sun. Sept. 4 - 3 races
Mon. Sept. 5 - 1 race: - Presentation of prizes including
winners at both ends of the fleet
5 of 6 races to be counted. ENTRY FEE: $13.50 per boat.
MIKE SCHOENBORN BECOMES FIRST TO REPEAT AS CANADIAN
Mike Schoenborn, sailing WARATAH (W-276) became
the first two-time winner of the Canadian Wayfarer Championship on the
Dominion Day weekend, as he headed a fleet of 20 Wayfarers at the Toronto
Sailing & Canoe Club. His record of 4-1-1-1-2 left him with a total
of 4¼ pts on his best four races, easily beating runner-up, George
Blanchard of Toronto Sailing & Canoe Club, whose record of 1-5-5-dnf-1
gave him 11½ pts. Blanchard, current North American Champion, finished
½ point ahead of clubmate, Al Schoenborn who had 12 points from
placings of 5-2-dnf-2-3.
Mike Schoenborn, the last remaining member of the Queen
City Yacht Club Wayfarers which for years dominated the class, previously
won the national title in 1963. An unofficial record also going
to Mike is that of having THREE different crews on the three days of the
event - a mysterious girl from Kitchener, Chris Perdue and Ric 'The Meeses'
FIRST RACE: Jim Clelland (W-618) of RCYC jumped
into an early lead, followed by Al Schoenborn (W-116), but by the end of
the first round, Paul Birnie (W-860) of North Bay's Trout Lake Sailing
Fleet, had spinnakered through to leeward to take the lead which he held
off the second buck. Fighting it out for second at this point were Jim
Clelland (W-618) and George Blanchard (W-283), followed by Mike Schoenborn
who also got in ahead of brother, Al. The final leg saw George B. take
over in the clutch to take the win, followed by Jim who also edged by Paul
Birnie. Mike S. and Al S. took 4th and 5th respectively.
SECOND RACE: This one was Mike S. all the way,
followed faithfully by yours truly. Third place went to perhaps our most
promising Wayfarer, Larry Ireland of TS & CC (W-1185). Alan Chovil
followed in 4th in W-439, while George B. and Jim C. dropped to 5th and
THIRD RACE: In very light winds and another day
of near 100º temperatures, Mike S. after sending Al S. and crew to
the beer drinkers' paradise by means of a port-starboard confrontation,
took the win. Jim C. came in 2nd to remain a constant threat. Following
him were Laurie Oxenham (W-282) of TS & CC, North Bay's Done Paine
in W-112, the oldest Wayfarer in the event, and George B. who averted a
14th by a phenomenal last lap spinnaker job.
FOURTH RACE: Being a true dog, SNOOPY, that's
my boat, W-116, followed Mike S. in WARATAH around the course, sniffing
that W-276 transom but lacking the will-power to get out there in front.
Disaster struck Jim C. in this race as he fouled Mike S. and a third became
a disqualification. Subsequent finishers were Don P., Laurie O. and Larry
FIFTH RACE: This is about to become a subjective
report, i.e. filled with personal feelings. For the first time this year,
we almost got to the first mark with a huge lead in a spanking 20 mph.
breeze, But a header where we needed a knock-down left Snoopy with
only a boatlength lead over George B's BONNIE. A planing reach showed
George as a master, as he easily snuck through to leeward to take the lead.
Mike S. wasn't far behind and planed to an overlap by the start of the
second buck. Thoroughly demoralized, we lost both George and Mike, whom
we never did beat, Final placings in race 5:
1st - George B. 2nd - Mike S. 3rd - Al S.
4th - Dough Johnston of Windsor and 5th - John Woolsey of the RCYC.
14 BOAT FLEET OPENS NORTH AMERICAN WAYFARER SEASON
Fourteen early-birds including three Canadian boats,
braved a 30º temperature drop from 86º to 55º in about one
hour, brought in by George Blanchard from Canada, to take part in the North
American Opening Regatta held at Chicago's Burnham Park Yacht Club, May
29th and 30th.
Winner of the event was Al Schoenborn with crew, Roy Coleman,
in W-116, SNOOPY. The win came as an anti-climax, after a great
first-day performance of a first and second by George Blanchard in W-283,
who fouled out in the final race to drop to fourth overall. When the gear
was dry, Bill Worrall of Detroit (W-1115) had taken the runner-up position,
ahead of third place Dick Johnson in W-612.
Complete results were as follows:
For yours truly this regatta was a special event, as it
marked the first time that we have ever been able to take our yellow yacht
to an outside regatta. For Roy Coleman and me, the weekend should have
been entitled 'LIVE AND LEARN' and how to enjoy it. With this in mind,
I feel moved to present to you......
A SPASTIC'S GUIDE TO WAYFARER TOWING
or from here to Chicago in a Volkswagen attached to a
THURS. MAY 28
- crew goes to bank for $40 U.S. as a precautionary measure
against losing as much as 15¢ on the Canadian dollar.
FRI. MAY 29
- 7 a.m. - pick up trailer and boat at TS & CC after
previous night's farewell party which lasted till 3.45 a.m. - travel home
through city - we find the rush hour a poor place to practice towing the
boat - home to pile provisions in all available space in VW to weight it
down in case of high wind
- 8.15 a.m. final good-bye to Roy's girlfriend, who is
off to school while we laugh
- 8.45 a.m. Roy gets his 90-day learner's driving permit.
- 10.00 a.m. one loaded VW, towing SNOOPY leaves 605
Huron St., Toronto - destination Chicago, we hope - we actually only know
how to get as far as Windsor.
- 11.00 a.m. with a 25 mph headwind, we are lucky to
better 50 mph downhill and 42 mph uphill in third gear.
- 11.30 a.m. the clutch seems to have survived Roy's
learning how to drive
- 12 noon - reaction from other drivers falls into two
main categories - i) truckdrivers who hate being passed by Volkswagens,
ii) Peanuts devotees in ecstasy like us at seeing a picture of Charlie
Brown's beagle on the transom of our boat
- 3.30 p.m. after a few wrong turns we're in the tunnel
under the St. Clair River - we're in the States and now it's 2.30 p.m.
- 2.45 p.m. there seems to have been a terrible mistake.
Apparently we are to phone a customs broker who will help us to make a
customs declaration for Snoopy - that horrible thought of having
turn back creeps into our minds but determination wins out and our salvation
comes in the form of divine revelation to a rather prosaic customs official
as he utters: "Ooooh, so you're not racing professionally for money?!"
and once again, we're free.
- 2.50 p.m. our baptism of fire as boat owners comes
in the long week-end rush hour on the John Lodge Expressway which is worse
than a port-tack start through 40 starboard boats - luckily, we were not
- 3.15 p.m. we enter what will prove to be a lengthy
and cordial relationship with Highway I 94 while sowing the seeds of an
obsession: Benton Harbor. For I 94, like all highways, has its signs which
speak comfortingly to the uncertain traveller. Here we quote part of the
intimate discourse that was carried on:
I 94: "Benton Harbor 204."
I 94: "Benton Harbor 157."
I 94: "Benton Harbor 99."
We: "Oh boy, less than a hundred miles!"
I 94: "Benton Harbor 12."
We: "Yahoo! Only twelve miles to go!" (an ecstatic
grin appears on the faces of 'we')
- 5.45 p.m. my faithful crew adds to the scope of my knowledge,
reverently announcing that we are approaching Battle Creek, Mich.! Realizing
by the rather blank look on my face, that the significance of this fact
escapes me, Roy oozes disdain at my ignorance, and informs me that this
is the home of Kellogg's Corn Flakes. This then, seems to be a logical
landmark in which to stop for supper .....
- 8.15 p.m. we have reached the gates of Benton Harbor
- 9.15 p.m. according to the map, M 20 looks like it
runs right into Chicago - it appears to be a safe bet to take so that we
can ask for the Burnharn Park Y.C.
- 9.30 p.m. U.S. drivers appear to be unaware of the
existence of low beams
- 9.45 p.m. Do they call Gary, Ind. 'Land of
Smoke and Potholes'? Poor Snoopy!! We find ourselves in need of
gas - a bit tired and demoralized, we eased into the gas station and got
a lesson in terrestrial mark-rounding - the gas pump suffered no ill effects
but Snoopy contributed more of his rubrail.
- 11 p.m. 20,000 potholes and 459 smelly factories later,
halleluia!! we have reached the Skyway (and 40º weather)
-11.30 p.m. arrival at BPYC, no welcoming band, no people
at all for that matter -a phone call to Hy Krieberg - a patient explanation
of how to get to his place - it's not far, but in Chicago if you can't
see the place you're likely to get lost (sometimes even seeing the place
wouldn't be of any assistance)
- 3.15 a.m. it took us only 45 minutes to travel
the about two miles to Hy's place and get a key to the vital facilities
at the yacht club. It wasn't as if we couldn't find the road that would
take us back to the yacht club either, we just could never follow it, as
it continually disappeared at intersections, bridges, etc.
- SNOOPY is our home and bed for the night, strategically
placed to afford a maximum of fresh air (40º and 25 mph wind from
Lake Michigan and I had no sleeping bag) - wrapped in sails, we offer up
a sincere prayer for our friend and Associate Editor who is on his way
from Toronto after a Friday at work - he will be our cheering section -
amid fears that he may have fallen asleep at the wheel, we fall asleep.....
- 6.15 a.m. (it's now, Sat. May 29) wake ye! wake ye!
rise and shiver - it is rather cold - the 'Meese' (our friend) has arrived
and there is a race to the showers and a prayer for hot water......
- 9.45 a.m. as race-time approaches, we're all rigged
and set to put the boat in the water - Roy enters the car to move it up
the trailer and proceeds to go up the snow fence in front of the car -
at last we're set and pull smartly out of the parking area round the corner
to the launching place - being safety conscious, the rear view mirror is
my constant guide and source of information - anyway I could see the boat
fall sideways off the trailer perfectly - before closing my eyes and laughing
hysterically - 500 miles for nothing.....
.....fortunately, SNOOPY is strong in structure
and survives with major abrasions but no holes (he does leak now however)
- a rag and a can of gray paint cover most of the damage while adding immeasurably
to his character
FIRST RACE - winds about 20 mph - a windward-leeward with
the first mark out there somewhere and we're in the lead - "Get the map
out, Roy." Unfortunately, by this time, all there is in the wet boat is
pieces - and the only piece we can find portrays the location of the third
mark which is not to be rounded - oh, well....
SECOND RACE - we must be really out of practice - after
fighting Dick Johnson and George Blanchard under spinnaker all the way
down the final leg and having first place in our grasp, we finish.... on
the wrong side of the committee boat!!
-9 p.m. after a splendid dinner, followed by a George
Blanchard 'Thank you' to the kitchen staff, we are off to 'Old Town' the
'Bohemian' part of Chicago - where we spend five hours doing nothing......
THIRD RACE - no hope of catching George, a second well
within reach, we dawdle out of the harbour until we realize that the group
of Wayfarers coming towards us has started even though we didn't hear any
- 1 p.m. (we're now in Sun. May 30) we can't believe it,
but we've actually won because George had to drop out - naturally, this
demands celebration with beer (on a Sunday, yet!) on which we spend most
of the rest of our money - loaded (down) we wend our way to the back lawn
where we discover free beer and hot-dogs for all Wayfarers - (We're coming
back next year)..... the presentations hold another pleasant surprise for
all as Wayfarer spoons are given out as mementoes of an event thoroughly
enjoyed by all the sailors and their families, friends or guests
- 5 p.m. tired, and we prepare to leave with a big trophy
which we are coming to defend next year, with heavy eyelids and depleted
wallets and a stalwart ESSO credit card....
-10 p.m. we're all the way back to Battle Creek and the
Corn Flakes and our Standard Oil station where we fill up - waiting has
become impossible and we phone our girl friends who were expecting us home
by this time.
Mon. May 31
- 1 a.m. - Detroit - we're getting awfully sleepy and
it'll be 2 a.m. in Windsor
-3 a.m. a service centre - Roy takes over the driving
after our last few cents go for coffee - start looking for an Esso service
centre because gas is getting low -Roy drives while I sleep
- 5 a.m. I wake up - we're out of gas - Richard drives
ahead in his car to Esso to get gas.
- 6 a.m. both of us fill up and we're off again - Ric
is really tired and goes ahead for the last 100 miles to Toronto - not
many miles later the 'Meesemobile' looms on the shoulder - he can no longer
drive - he's so tired he's hearing voices and seeing things
- it's now 6.30 a.m., so I lend Roy to Ric as a driver
and decide that I can't make it to downtown Toronto and back 20 miles to
teach at Emery C.I. by 9 a.m.
- 7.40 a.m. grand entry into the empty school yard -
I hide SNOOPY behind a portable, go inside to get changed and washed
- it's going to be a long day... but the whole trip was fun and
we'll do it again.
These results were originally intended for the Year Book,
but since the year book has become impossible due to lack of funds, they
now appear in the Newsletter -(O.K.? John Wood, W-606, Windsor) The American
'65 Nationals' results follow.
1965 - NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIPS - Complete Results