Thursday, May 25, 2017

Free Classic Moth in the Chicago area

I rec'd this email the other day.  You have to do a road trip to Chi-town but just think, you could get an authentic "Chicago Dog" while you're in the neighborhood.  I have no skin in this game.  Those interested should contact the owner directly:

Here it is, a Harry Cates designed, 1965 era, Classic Moth.

                            ***   FREE TO A GOOD HOME   ***

Built in '65 by Bob Cave, this boat hasn't been sailed for many years, but has always been stored inside and is in perfect shape.
She has an aluminum mast and boom, an original sail that has very few hours on it, 2 rudders and tillers, and a wood dagger board.

Housed in St Charles, Illinois, outside of Chicago.

                    If you want her, get in your car and come get her.

I'm moving and I know I can get a couple of hundred bucks for her at my garage  sale,.......[and that would be a waste]

Bob Cave     630 945-0596
This boat follows the Cates-Florida design for the most part.  Love the flying tiger teeth on the bow.

One clear design departure is that the transom is deeper and also rounded at the bottom compared to the stock design.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

2017 Classic Moth Boat Mid-Winter photo collage

Late February.  Time to crank up the old bus and ahead down highway 95 to FLA.  Winter this year in Maryland has, so far, proven to be quite benign.  That doesn't dampen my (and my extended family's) enthusiasm for this annual outing.  This year my whole fam damnly came down either in the wagon with the boats or separately by air or another car.  I think by next year people who aren't even vaguely related to me will be tagging along...

What follows is a collection of photos, mostly taken by either Lennie Parker or Amy Smith Linton of this year's event.  I did manage to take a couple of pix for the intro and finale and so those two are my fault and not that of my photographers.

L'equipe Albaugh at our traditional rest stop in Ocala.  Son Erik's yacht is on the roof racks.  My glass Euro is on the trailer.  If we get on the road by 4am, we can usually get here by supper time.  Merv Wescoat's (sadly he passed away about this time last year) daughter Barb still takes us in.  Barb has her house on the market so this pleasant tradition may soon be a pleasant memory.

 We had 13 boats in two divisions race at this year's event.  Five in the faster Gen II group and 8 in the more sedate Gen I division.  Erik's boat is provisionally in Gen II but since he struggled to stay on the same page as the faster Mistrals, his boat may get reclassified.  We shall see what the classification committee decides.

The cast of characters is as follows:

Charleston sailor Randall Stoney in his Gen I Europe. Randall also has a Vintage Darby-Ventnor that he's had since a boy.
Charleston fleet Captain Rutledge Young also in a Europe
Woody Kapp, Charleston fleet, Europe
Lewis Hay, Charleston fleet, Europe
Tom Kapp, Charleston fleet, Europe
Frikie Martschinke Chareston fleet, Europe (sail nr 132, seen here briefly leading John Z's Gen II Mistral)
Greg Duncan, Elizabeth City, Europe
And finally, your old diarist (caught doing something right for a change; sail nr 67), Brigantine YC, Europe.  So, the Gen I group was basically a mono-division of 100% Europe dinghies with the only differences being choice of sails (North vs Winters), with or without full length battens, loose footed or bolt rope footed.  No Cates or Shelley design Gen I boats attended this year's Mid-Winter Regatta.  Those guys missed a great weekend.
The Gen II division was almost as homogeneous with three Mistrals, one Mousetrap and Erik's boat which was designed and built by Lane Reeves in Savannah, GA.

My son Erik in nr 43.  Lane Reeves attempted to make the Mistral design a little more user friendly.  He succeeded.  This is a lovely boat, but comfort typically comes at the expense of speed and this example proves that point.  She'll probably be a very competitive Gen I boat if she is reclassified.

Jeff Linton in his Mousetrap design.  Jeff's boat marries the better aspects of the Europe and Mistral.  Jeff is nearly unbeatable in this boat.  Other Gen II sailors are of the opinion that the stock Mistral is actually faster but if so, Jeff's sailing skills more than compensate for any performance difference and as a plus, Jeff rarely spills his beer while racing.  Something most Mistral sailors can only dream about.
And so to the stock, Gen II Mistrals.  Mark Saunders, Charleston.
Mike Parsons, Cooper River
John Zseleczky, Severn Sailing Association
So with our rouge's gallery complete let us see what my photogs captured in between moving marks and altering courses.

GYC's pontoon boat once again served the RC well.  No one could compliant about a lack of wind this year.  We had a nice 10-15 out of the NE to work with on Saturday.  Sunday's breeze started out in the high teens with gusts in the mid twenties which provoked the RC to declare a one hour postponement.  More about Sunday later in this post.

Jeff won 7 of the 11 races which were completed over the two days.  Here we have a bow shot of Jeff rounding the gybe mark with no other boats in the picture. 

To be fair, things were a good bit closer at times
And there are similar photos of John Z.
Mike Parsons
and Mark Saunders in my collection of photographic evidence.
A nice shot of all thirteen boats just after one of the starts.
I kept doing dumb things at the starts like getting the end of my hiking stick trapped under the center traveler bench 20 seconds before the start or managing to brilliantly get squeezed out of the front row during a start.

Occasionally things would go well as in this mark rounding.  But on occasions things would go horribly wrong.  I was involved in a port/starboard incident wherein I was on port tack and neither I nor the starboard tack boat saw each other until the very last seconds.  I put the helm over hard but it was too late, the boats touched, with mercifully just a glancing rub rail to rub rail contact.  I yelled my apologies and set about doing two of the slowest  penalty turns ever executed.  Back on land I sought out my fellow competitor, apologized again and asked if there was any damage to his boat.  Thankfully neither boat was damaged.  I came in DFL that race...

Sunday dawned with significantly higher winds.  The RC looked at weather radar and various wind predictions and announced a one hour postponement.  They felt that after an hour there would be a window of opportunity to get in our four remaining races.  Several competitors wanted to just pack it in but the rest of us having driven 1000 miles wanted to sail if conditions permitted.  The hour came and went and still no decision from the RC.  John Z and Erik decided to put their boats in and go for a test sail.

Erik enjoying the breeze.  Both my photogs zeroed in on the boy, taking roughly the same shots.

Showing fatherly concern, I watched my son (from a safe vantage point).  After it became apparent that he wasn't going to die, I launched my boat.  That forced the rest of the fleet's hand and soon all but three competitors came out to play.  I have to admit, the wind, while sailing out to the starting area was right at my personal comfort level but by the time marks were set and the RC boat was anchored in place, things started to moderate and after the first race the wind was no friskier than the day before.  We got in the remaining four races.  Mark Saunders was an early casualty retiring with a broken hiking stick.

Mindful of the long-ish sail back to the club beach, the RC shortened the last race to the mark closest to home.  The wind was dropping by that point and nobody argued!  Mrs Linton watches Mr. Linton cross the line first at the end of the last race.
The "trophies" were big bottles of booze--always a great trophy!  Here Mike receives the third place Gen II bottle--Mark S. actual won via the tie breaker but Amy L. decided that you had to be present to collect your winnings and since she's the spark plug behind this event she gets to make the rules.
John Z took 2nd in Gen II
The Gen II and overall Mid-Winters Champion:  Jeff Linton.  Another one of Amy rules revolved around which bottle was Jeff's winnings.  It's good to be Queen.

Erik got a wee little bottle for being the "Junior" sailor.
Woody Kapp took 3rd in Gen I
In spite of all the stupid mistakes I somehow staggered home in 2nd for Gen I thus revenging my last year's loss to Rutledge Young by a single point.
Frickie M. (the sailor I fouled during Saturday's port/stbd incident) repeated as a well deserved Gen I champ.  GYC Commodore and Mid-Winters PRO Mike Kasper raises his leg in the classic Capt Morgan stance.

And so at the end of another great Classic Moth Boat Mid-Winter Regatta, L'equipe Albaugh rolls home.  See you next year?   Honestly---how do these things catch my eye???

Monday, November 21, 2016

Aussie scow Moth pix discovered

I love pondering over old Moth Boat photos.  Brad Linthicum, a sail maker in southern New Jersey was cleaning out his files and sent me the two photographs shown here.  He couldn't remember why he had them or who had sent them to him.  Fifty years is a long time.

This first photo is of David Bowen who, according to a note on the back side of the photo was the 1967 Australian Champion. Further web searching reveals that David achieved this distinction sailing Mystique.  The notation doesn't indicate whether or not the boat seen here is Mystique or perhaps one of his other scow Moths.  Can any reader confirm or discount that theory?  Also, can anyone reveal the design of the boat in the photo or the place where this photo was taken?  Note the interesting "walking stick" mast.

This second photo is of Peter Holmes.  At least that's what's written on the back of the photo.  Peter was the New South Wales Champion in 1966.  The boat's design and name are not mentioned.  Mr. Holmes does seem very fit in this photograph!  Can anyone make out the venue?  The boat's sail number may be 2377 but it isn't entirely clear from this view.  I'd love to hear more about these old pictures so please comment if you can add to the story.

Update from Peter Moor: 1st photo is David Bowen with pocket luff hockey stick mast. Mystique was a manta ray "mouldie" - probably 3 layers of diagonally planked Australian red cedar. 2nd photo could be Peter Holmes also on a "mouldie" with a square top pocket luff sail which took over from the hockey stick masts because of their relative simplicity. Both photos Sydney Harbour Seaforth Moth Club, late 60s. NB; No wings or sun protection!

For those curious about the location of the Seaforth Moth Club paste Captain Barnacles'  map link (found below, in the comments for this post).  Thanks to both commenters! 

Thursday, October 13, 2016

2016 Annapolis Sail Boat Show

While others were dealing with hurricane Matthew, the mid-Atlantic was spared.  So, instead of hunkering down we got up and motored over to the boat show.  What follows are my impressions of that day.

This year, like last year, we parked over on the Eastport side of Spa Creek in the Eastport Elementary School's parking lot and then walked over the Spa Creek Bridge to the Annapolis side.  This, at least for  us, seems easier than parking over at the Navy-Marine Corps Stadium and riding a school bus to the city dock area where the show is held.  We left home at about 9 am, parked and walked over to the still closed gate (show opens at 10), bought our wrist bands and then moseyed over to  Sophie's Crepes.  Starting off the day with an excellent crepe is most civilized even if the seating is outdoors.  Parking at Eastport and eating crepes is becoming a tradition.  What are traditions you ask?  That's easy:  traditions are all those things we did last year that I liked.  If I liked it, chances are good we'll do it again.
Chesapeake Light Craft was concentrating on their teardrop shaped mini-camper kit

They seemed to have turned a blind eye to the boats.  This little pram was half full of water.

In the early part of the day the skies were dark and threatening rain.  The feeder bands from Matthew spared us.

We walked on, noting the increase in barges which soon would be offering free drinkies.

Although I've walked along these same docks at other times of the year it's always a little disorienting when the boat show comes to town and extra pilings and floating docks are added.

As the day wore on, the skies brightened and the wind picked up.

Diaristwoman and diaristdaughter always check out the displays touting cruises to tropical sorts of places.

Of course there were big tubs.  Wouldn't be a boat show without ' em.  Your diarist never once removed his shoes to go aboard.  No sense gawking at something you can't afford.

Meanwhile the Waszp display was hip-deep with foiler wanna-bees.

While IMCA legal, the Waszp is not competitive against state of the art foiler Moths.  The Waszp is built more for durability than outright speed.  The boat is a good twenty pounds heavier that an IMCA boat due to the use of aluminum for the blades and T-foils rather than lighter and more expensive, more fragile carbon.  The hull as well is mostly fiberglass rather than carbon fiber.

Having said all that, the Waszp does have some interesting features such as the free-standing mast (no shrouds to cheese slice yourself through in the event of a pitch-pole).  The boom is a wishbone.  Without seeing the boat completely rigged I couldn't make out how the traveler or sheeting were arranged.  Too many punters in the way.

Back out amongst the big tubs again.  Catamarans this time.

As I walked, I idly thought that these open maws could easily swallow a Moth.  Say, how 'bout this: maybe if the little boat had a collapsible mast, mounted on a tabernacle, one could zoom under the mother ship, like James Bond, and then pop up through a bottom hatch into the cockpit dressed in a tux, holding a Martini.  "Infinity, James Infinity."

Obviously this scenario wouldn't work with a Trimaran.

Hang on, maybe this guy is going to test my fantasy.

Na, he didn't.  He slipped away out into the mooring field.
Zooming across Spa Creek to the Chart House restaurant.  No doubt they were doing a roaring trade.

Obligatory photo of a boat with 2 or 3 acres of teak.

The Woodwind II was offering short cruises.

Although I'll probably never own a big boat I do admire the classic lines of boats like this one from Morris.  Wait, what's that I see in the distance?


You've have to read about it here.  It looks like the ill conceived spawn between an Aussie Scow and a gummy boat.  I guess it goes OK. 
Lots of breeze.  When you can hear it whistling through the rigging it's at least 20 knots.

I have an old Elvstrom Moth sail. Glad to see Paul E's marque is still going strong.

That Helly Hansen bag is growing heavy.  Diaristwoman heads towards the Hendricks Gin barge.

Not as packed as in previous years. 
The juggler was reduced to juggling balls.  Last year he juggled medicine clubs--way more thrilling.

Hey there Tillerman,  this model could be the basis for a nice perpetual trophy, don't you think?  Only $245 smackers.

Love the thin cirrus clouds.  Autumn is here.

Where is she going now?  Ah, I see a Pusser's rum "painkiller" in the hand of the man coming towards us.

While she had her painkiller I doubled back to the Zim Sailing display.  Zim Sailing supplied me with a replacement wheel for my Practic dolly.  We had to ship a wheel back and forth but in the end they got the job done.  I said "Hi" to Nate the individual that I swapped emails with during that time.  Nice to place a face with a name.  Super nice folks.  Highly recommended.

Obligatory RS Aero photo.  It's an election year--gotta fire up my red meat Tiller-base.

Random photo featuring a Canadian Maple Leaf for my two Canadian readers.  Gotta keep my options open-at least 'til the dust settles on the 9th of November. One never knows--I may need to slip North O' the border...

Final photo.  The Annapolis YC almost a year after the Christmas fire that gutted parts of the building.  From the street side it doesn't appear that much has been done, which is frankly surprising.  I figured by now the clubhouse would be totally repaired.  Just goes to show--you never can tell.