For the first race of the midsummer’s Wednesday night jib-and-main J/22 racing, I rock up like some wannabe professional coach. I’ve got my red Spinlock PFD zipped up, a handheld VHF tucked inside, and a ditty bag with the essentials: course chart, knife, soft shackle, Sharpie, notepad and pencil, and a roll of yellow electrical tape.
I’m here to mentor three eager ladies into Sailboat Racing 101. Dana, my wife, has raced with me a few times over the years, so she generally knows what to do, but her good friends Lee Ann and Heather are green as can be. The summer before, the three of them, all school teachers, had banded together to take sailing lessons every Wednesday night. It was fun, they said, but they didn’t learn that…
