26 years ago in 12 meter history

The New York Yacht Club lost the America’s Cup 26 years ago this September. Change is always troubling for anyone. I have always regarded this event as: the right thing happened for all the wrong reasons.

Change is inevitable, we all know, but all resist nonetheless. This was one of those occasions. It breathed new life into the Cup life.



12 meter prize giving

A rainy day in Newport,for the awarding of prizes for the 12 meter world championship as well as the north american championship. The final day of the” legends” forum. full of recognizable faces of those who have contributed not only to the America’s cup but sailing as a whole.

Next week the twelve meters will sail in North Harbor on the Hudson in New York City, for those who were not able to view them sailing here in Newport.

1st NYYC Invitational Cup

Invited out on Jimmy Gubelmann’s lovely Huckins “Mahubas” to watch the final day of racing for the swan 42 club boats. 19 countries represented. close sailing; the NYYC entry Phil Lotz won by sailing very consistently.

The wind has been out of the north more days in a row than I can remember.
I was also struck by the fact that the race committee was much kinder with this fleet despite a number of general recalls, no black flags.

QUEEN’S CUP

Today I sailed the Queen’s Cup, a race with no time limit usually sailed the second day of the New York Yacht Club’s annual cruise.

I sailed on the six meter “Madcap”, a 1921 Frederick Hoyt design, we had our own class.
This weekend was also the Folk Festival at Fort Adams so leaving and returning around the Fort was congested.
The photo of a six meter against the 90 foot “Rambler” gives you a sense of the range and scale of boats involved in the race.


New York Yacht Club Race Week 2008

photo by christian jensen
photo by christian jensen

In July, I raced on J-109 belonging to Peter Rugg.I had previously written about the exciting Sunday, our final day of the regatta. The forecast was for intense thunderstorms. we managed racing in the morning, when powerful clouds appeared over Pt. Judith; the race committee chose to start a race, anyway. I was too busy on the boat to get photographs. These are from a boat that was nearby; caught by the same storm.