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........

CHAIRMAN'S REPORT
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, Rexdale, Ontario.

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.
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COMING UP........

'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 Toronto.

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 CHAMPION.
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' Lye.

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 6th respectively.

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 I.

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 IN CHICAGO
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 Wayfarer....

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 to 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 dsq...
- 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 to 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 gun.....

- 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


 
 

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Aug. 66 W News - part 2