15 years ago (Make that 18 years ago)

[Matt O]

Bingo!!!  I found it in the archives of our old SERCA-NE Yahoogroups.
(You NE guys remember that day we were so stoked that we sent 1000
emails in one day and beat the "main" SE-R list?  :D

Anyway, for your viewing pleasure here is Kieran's post:

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Date: Wed, 10 May 2000 14:40:36 -0400 (EDT)
From: "KIERAN A. LAVIN" <kal8121 at ...>
Reply-To: wooden-boats at ...
To: wooden boats list <wooden-boats at ...>
Subject: racing my new boat

Hi all, I'm new to this list and thought I'd share a race story that
happened just last weekend. I was sailing down the East River here in NYC
up by Harlem in my Aqaurius ARC-22 with a few friends. We were partying
and drinking and having a great time. When we got down to around the 3rd
Street bridge, some local hoodies came cruising up alongside us looking
for a race. These guys were in puny little Ebbtide Campione 182 F&S.
Boat was all chromed out, tinted glass, the works! My girlfriend told me
not to race cause we'd lose. I told her how ridiculous she was being and
told all my friends to hold onto their hats and anything else not fastened
securely cause we were going to be going fast! I agreed to these guys
taunting and jeering and told them they were on.

We lined up and started to countdown. To make it fair, I let my sail
loose so I had no wind and he killed his engine. Well, on the start, he
couldn't start his engine. I caught an immediate burst of wind and was
off. I pulled a couple of boatlengths on him at first until he got his
engine fired up. Man, from what I heard of that boat, he had it souped up
or something. It made some crazy sounds! I looked and saw him racing
toward us. That boat was trying hard, but it couldn't close in the gap.
I had a really good wind. We had decided that we'd race down to the 59th
Street Bridge and I was getting close. My lead of about 5 boatlengths had
now increased to nearly 10! All my friends were amazed. I wound up
beating the guy by quite a bit. It was getting late so I decided to head
back toward New Jersey. As I slowed down and came around the lower tip of
Manhattan, the same guy came out of nowhere and tried to hit me! What a
jerk. Didn't he realize the race was over? Jeez!

Later, a cruise ship heading out to sea for the week tried picking on me.
Man, I left him in my wake! Those things are slower than they say they
are!

kieran
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