Three of us on the line at last
Three Hot Foots made the same start. Nobody could remember the last time that happened, so we made a bit of a thing of it.
Fifteen knots, flat water, one lap of the harbour course. Fetish got the pin end and held it. We were second off the line and spent the whole beat looking at her transom, which is a fair summary of the day.
Downwind was the fun part. All three up on the plane at once, close enough to talk. The old girls still go.
Beer afterwards, and a plan for four boats next month.
