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Grew up racing tournabouts, them mercurys, then crewed for a friend in his 110 and then in my junior year saved enough mowing lawns and other odd jobs to buy my own 110. Even to this day i have vivid memories of racing in what was a small fleet out of scituate and cohasset, but the 6-8 boats were competitive as all h*ll. Racing in the Quincy Bay summer regatta was always a hoot, matching skill and swaping stories with other 110ers from all over the country. Give me a warm summer evening with a steady 15-20 and I would be out after dark sailing the coast, hiked out on my trapeze. Even bought a second boat after college because i just loved that one design. Nothing like getting knocked down in a strong gusty 25 with all sails and spinnaker flying. Timing to spill some air becomes super critical and an adrenaline rush.
I really miss sailing, probably the best food for your soul, being carried on the wind on a dark star filled night. One such night i was out during the perseids meter shower super cool.
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