Auckland to Tauranga 2006 with Fineline
Neale, Craig and I grabbed the opportunity to race on ‘Fineline’ for this years Auckland to Tauranga race.
Neale was in Auckalofa for ‘work’ Craig and I flew up Wednesday night getting into the hotel at about 9.30pm thankfully finding a cardboard box with two lifejackets waiting for us. We get nailed by the airlines if we have our CO2 canisters on board.
We met at the boat ‘P33’ some new faces, Matt, Mike and JD. Some familiar ones too, Dan, Nick, Phil and Greg.
A word of advice. Make sure you wear a belt around Nick. He did the most expert de-pants that I have seen in many years. Obviously a man that trains.
Close to 70 boats of all sorts from small keelers to canting keelers, TP52’s, IOR racers and multihulls of all sizes and shapes had entered. I think the oldest boat was 35 years old, the newest well who knows it still had the plastic on it. No Farr 40’s sadly and some of the other hotshot 40’s were missing as well but it was still a very powerful fleet.
The weather was fine; the track was covered in a light breeze which dropped to nothing just before the start. No suitcases were spotted floating under the bridge at this time.
During the pre-start manoeuvring we managed to snag a sheet on the sail drive so it was brave skipper Greg that doffed clothing and plunged over the side with a line tied around his waist. 45 seconds later he was back aboard as was the errant sheet and we were ready to go. The water looked bloody cold.
Sails up and we were off without a second to spare. The breeze was a lottery. Boats went from zero to hero and back again. We ended up in front for a wee while till a big cat the size of a small aircraft carrier clawed its way past us blanketing us with its almost square mainsail. I don’t think they even spilt their G & T’s or got out of their deckchairs.
We didn’t really stop moving during the entire race. Once we got out of Auckland Harbour the breeze was solid right up to within 20 miles of Tauranga.
It was a dream run really. Fractional Gennaker, Masthead Kite, Jib Top and finishing off with the #1 Genoa for the beat to the finish. Beautiful scenery, it was great.
There was plenty of close racing with ourselves, Jive Talking, Force Eleven, Revs, Blackout and a few others all scrapping it out. A nice little Thompson 30 (I Think) called Waka lost her stick in the waves at Hole in the Rock. It was a long way home on a small outboard. More drama it seemed as a crewman was taken off one boat for stitches after a mishap.
We had green water up to the front hatch under kite at one stage and speeds were up around mid 17’s which was great fun. There was some excellent helming down the waves and the extra few metres of mast and changes in keel, rudder and engine position and of course a prod definitely make all the difference. It’s kind of fun having the crew all dangling off the transom powering down the waves with the mainsheet man pumping the mainsail.
The race wasn’t without drama. We were neck and neck with Force Eleven the carbon rigged, prodded Young 11 for half the race. We had a half hour period where we managed to mix up some sheets, trawl a gennaker stopping the boat and generally have some mix ups for no real reason. When it goes bad it keeps going bad which knocked us back a bit and as a result we lost touch with our arch rivals Force the Lemon. (Bugger) We did sail well despite this.
We had dolphins playing alongside for hours, quite amazing seeing the efflorescence off their bodies as they move. The rail meat slowly began to freeze from about 8pm. We started putting on layers until there was nothing left in any of our bags. The cold wasn’t really expected (by me anyway) It was soon fixed by a big meal of spicy rice on the rail followed a couple of hours later by an equally big feed of instant noodles. The stiff rums that Craig handed out after the finish did the trick warming the heart up.
We crept into Tauranga around 2.40am, a few minutes behind Force Eleven. Hey we celebrated anyway with a few bottles of rum and some hilarity on the jetty followed by a couple more at the yacht club which was still going at that time. Some wise men (GJ, Craig, Greg, J.D and Phil) crashed at 6am on wet sails in the boat. The snoring was impressive according to Craig. Neale found himself a quiet spot in the yacht club curled upon the carpet. Nick, Dan, Mike and Matt kept going. We were roused by the rumour of breakfast at 7am after a very restful 1hr sleep. Breakfast arrived at 8.30 and there were generous portions of a fantastic cooked breakfast consumed.
Slid out of the yacht club at 10am and looked for a cab, dropped Neale off at the bus station (that’s another story) and headed over to the Mount to our accommodation. A good sleep for at least a couple of hours was enjoyed before the support crew turned up.
The post mortem. Well we could have positioned ourselves better on the course at times. That was more luck than good tactics breeze comes and goes. Sail choices were generally on the button although we hung on too long before changing a couple of times. We clearly gave it away during our ½ hr of drama. We had excellent boat speed for most of the race and were well pleased with the result. We came to the conclusion that yes we could have had them if it hadn’t been for our ½ hour of drama. I guess that’s how it goes.
It was a great race. The Tauranga Yacht Club were fantastic hosts. We were led into the marina shown our berth then handed PlaceMakers Goodies Bags full of Hot Cross Buns, Rum and Cokes and other bits and pieces. The yacht club was going off and the breakfast was fantastic. They had free pies for the crews. GJ resisted the temptation. Phil and Fiona, Craig and Jen and Graeme, Tonia and Alexey attended the prizegiving which after an hour was just too much. We slid out a side door.
Thanks to Greg, Phil, Nick and the boys off ‘Fineline’ for having us. She is a fast boat and we had a great time.
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