Figawi - Sailing Charters, Newport, Rhode Island
Figawi - Sailing Charters, Newport, Rhode Island
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It’s not a Massachusetts casino run by displaced Native Americans, but<br />
rather an annual New England season opener where boat racing, laughter,<br />
and parties reign supreme—and not necessarily in that order.<br />
Where the<br />
<strong>Figawi</strong>?<br />
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Approaching the finish,<br />
with the other Beneteau<br />
423s in its class, safely<br />
tucked astern, the crew<br />
of Summer Breeze ease<br />
into <strong>Figawi</strong> mode.<br />
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stuArt strEulI
ANdrEw sIMs, hErb MccOrMIck<br />
The big, white-haired dude<br />
behind the wheel looked<br />
remarkably familiar, of that<br />
there was little doubt. And<br />
in the clarity of hindsight, it<br />
couldn’t possibly have been<br />
anyone else. But at that very instant, perhaps<br />
due to the heat of the moment, or the<br />
unfamiliar context in which the encounter<br />
took place, it took a long second to register<br />
that the man at the helm of the classic,<br />
beautiful blue schooner whose bow we<br />
were now crossing by a not-at-all considerable<br />
distance—and in a chartered bareboat<br />
no less, a vessel for which we harbored no<br />
true sense of attachment or sentiment—<br />
was in fact the senior senator for the great<br />
Commonwealth of Massachusetts.<br />
Yup. Ted Kennedy.<br />
We were closing in on the finish line of<br />
the 36th annual <strong>Figawi</strong> Race from Hyannis—site<br />
of the long-time Kennedy family<br />
encampment on Cape Cod—to the<br />
outlying isle of Nantucket, on a glorious<br />
Saturday over Memorial Day weekend.<br />
The 22-mile contest across Nantucket<br />
Sound, to be honest, had been more of a<br />
cruise-in-company with a few thousand<br />
other kindred spirits in the 240-boat fleet:<br />
After a short beat upwind, we’d rounded<br />
the sole weather mark and cracked off to<br />
a tight reach for the finish just off the entrance<br />
to Great Harbor, where all sorts of<br />
nonsense and festivities awaited.<br />
There was a definite <strong>Sailing</strong> World bias<br />
to our crew: I was trimming main and<br />
playing connect-the-dots with the chartplotter,<br />
editor Dave Reed was on the jib<br />
and calling tactics, and senior editor and<br />
<strong>Figawi</strong> skipper Stu Streuli was on the<br />
helm. Stu’s wife, Leslie, and our buddies<br />
Bryan Cooney and Paul Faerber rounded<br />
By HerB MccorMick<br />
The illustrious seafaring senator from<br />
Massachusetts, Ted kennedy, commands<br />
the throne onboard his concordia 50 Mya<br />
(top). SW senior editor, Stuart Streuli (left)<br />
double-checks Dave reed’s headsail trim.<br />
out the team. We were sailing an immaculate,<br />
brand-spanking-new Beneteau<br />
423 called Summer Breeze that we’d chartered<br />
back home in <strong>Newport</strong> from Brian<br />
Blank’s Bareboat <strong>Sailing</strong> <strong>Charters</strong>.<br />
We weren’t alone. There were four<br />
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other identical Beneteaus in our 14boat,<br />
non-spinnaker class, which provided<br />
a nice little one-design element<br />
to the day’s exercise. At the outset, Stu<br />
had made one thing perfectly clear. On<br />
handicap, he didn’t particularly care if<br />
we trailed the other boats in our division,<br />
which included an Ericson 38, a<br />
Baltic 37, a C&C 38, a Sabre 38, and an<br />
Alerion 33, all relatively quick steeds.<br />
But if we weren’t the first Beneteau<br />
home, boat-for-boat, returning to <strong>Newport</strong><br />
might not be an option.<br />
For the first 21 miles, it was all going<br />
very much according to plan. We’d nailed<br />
the pursuit-style start. The sun was shining<br />
overhead, the 15-knot southwester was<br />
ideal, and we had the boat in a groove. The<br />
other Beneteaus were all properly astern.<br />
And then that gorgeous 50-foot Concordia<br />
schooner from Hyannisport, Mya,<br />
came roaring up from behind, and we had<br />
one more obstacle to overcome before<br />
glory (such as it was) would be ours.<br />
Yup. Ted Kennedy.<br />
Packed into Nantucket Boat Basin (left)<br />
after a lazy afternoon of sailing, competitors<br />
relax before descending into <strong>Figawi</strong>’s<br />
nightly madness. it was standing room<br />
only at the legendary Joke-Telling Session<br />
on Sunday morning.<br />
So this guy goes to the house next door<br />
and says to his neighbor, “Gee, I think my<br />
wife is dead.” And the neighbor says, “Really.<br />
Why do you think that?” And the first<br />
guy says, “Well, the sex is the same but the<br />
dishes are piling up in the sink!”<br />
—Unknown Comic No. 1, <strong>Figawi</strong> Annual<br />
Sunday Morning Joke-Telling Session<br />
As we stepped on the launch in <strong>Newport</strong><br />
for the ride out to the boat before<br />
heading to the regatta, a woman with a<br />
Nantucket sweatshirt was stepping off. I<br />
happened to mention we were headed in<br />
that direction and her companion asked<br />
about our plans.<br />
“We’re doing the <strong>Figawi</strong>,” I said.<br />
Her friend raised his eyebrows and<br />
chuckled knowingly. “Bring those rumdrinking<br />
shoes,” he said.<br />
To say the <strong>Figawi</strong>’s reputation precedes<br />
itself would be an understatement.<br />
The first <strong>Figawi</strong>, so the story goes, started<br />
in 1972 when a handful of friends and<br />
families decided that a fun race from Hyannis<br />
to Nantucket during Memorial Day<br />
weekend would be a swell way to spend<br />
a day and launch the sailing season, not<br />
to mention an inarguable means by which<br />
to settle the ongoing discussion of who<br />
owned the fastest boat. In this very grassroots<br />
manner, a tradition was launched.<br />
<strong>Figawi</strong>? The following anecdote may be<br />
apocryphal, but there’s little doubt that<br />
Nantucket Sound and nearby Vineyard<br />
Sound can attract more than a small bit<br />
of fog. In the days before GPS satellites<br />
put an end to navigational nightmares, it<br />
was not at all uncommon to become wayward<br />
when transiting from the mainland<br />
to the island. And so when that first lost<br />
navigator, in his best Cape Cod accent,<br />
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ANdrEw sIMs<br />
asked, “Where the <strong>Figawi</strong>?” the fledgling<br />
regatta also had a name.<br />
By the late 1970s, word was spreading<br />
about this small, regional event, and the<br />
numbers began to grow. In 1978, organizers<br />
added a lay day and a race back to Hyannis,<br />
making it a three-day affair. And the East<br />
Coast hailing ports from which sailors came<br />
to attend the <strong>Figawi</strong> continued to expand.<br />
In this year’s race program, <strong>Figawi</strong> board<br />
member Charlie McLaughlin summed up<br />
the welcoming feeling extended to every<br />
<strong>Figawi</strong> sailor: “Your decision to join us in<br />
this event reflects an unusual level of intelligence,<br />
bonhomie, determination, and<br />
perseverance. We are glad that you made<br />
it. We hope that it’s either the start of a long<br />
tradition or the next chapter of an even longer<br />
one. And while we don’t count heads,<br />
our guesstimate is that you have joined a<br />
rather non-exclusive club of some fifty<br />
thousand or more sailors who have tied<br />
up before you and taken home many great<br />
memories, most of which can be shared.”<br />
I was at the Atlantic buffet last night<br />
and I was talking to this admiral, an elderly<br />
guy, and we were discussing our sex<br />
lives. So I asked him, when was the last<br />
time for you? And he says, “1955.” I say to<br />
him, “That’s too bad.” And he looks at me<br />
and goes, “Not really. It’s only 2210.”<br />
—Unknown Comic #2, <strong>Figawi</strong> Annual<br />
Sunday Morning Joke-Telling Session<br />
Of course, as Charlie readily admits,<br />
some of those memories, depending on<br />
with whom you’re considering sharing<br />
them, are better kept within. Certainly<br />
that’s the case with Sunday morning’s annual<br />
Joke-Telling Session, an event fueled<br />
by cheap mimosas and driven by a platoon<br />
of long-time <strong>Figawi</strong> regulars known as the<br />
Band of Angels. They may be angels, but it’s<br />
hard to tell which heaven they call home.<br />
We’ve taken the liberty of publishing a<br />
few jokes, and to those who take offense,<br />
we apologize. However, if you find these<br />
off-color, by all means, steer clear of the<br />
<strong>Figawi</strong> event tent on Sunday morning.<br />
Way clear. There are lots of churches open<br />
for business on Sundays in Nantucket.<br />
One thing about the Joke-Telling Session,<br />
it’s an equal-opportunity offender.<br />
Being Nantucket, there are certainly more<br />
than a few filthy limericks aired out, but<br />
otherwise, the topics are wide-ranging<br />
and all-inclusive, and include men in<br />
prison, children’s train sets, sex, priests,<br />
white people, black people, sex, Mexicans,<br />
Asians, Europeans, sperm whales, sex, the<br />
male anatomy, the female anatomy, sex,<br />
HoW To FigAWi<br />
The <strong>Figawi</strong> race takes place each year over Memorial Day weekend and is open to monohulls<br />
of 24-feet LoA and larger with a PHrF rating no higher than 210. For more information<br />
on the event visit its website (www.figawi.com). The boat basin in Nantucket and the<br />
local housing fills up quickly, so don’t wait until the last minute. if you don’t have a boat<br />
but still want to participate, you can sign up on the crew list on the event site or consider<br />
chartering a yacht. Bareboat <strong>Sailing</strong> charters in <strong>Newport</strong>, r.i., (www.bareboatsailing.com;<br />
800-661-4013) has a fleet of Beneteaus and Jeanneaus ranging from 42- to 54-feet, as<br />
well as a Hinckley 49 ketch, available for charter as a bareboat or with a skipper.<br />
genies who grant wishes, bodily functions,<br />
sex, doctor’s visits, and, oh yes, sex.<br />
Now there were a lot of things I really enjoyed<br />
over <strong>Figawi</strong> weekend. Heck, even the<br />
delivery out was a blast. You always feel like<br />
you’re in the islands when the soundtrack<br />
over the radio is courtesy WMVY (92.7<br />
FM) on the Vineyard (even if the James<br />
Taylor tunes drive some of your crewmates<br />
crazy). Once out there, it was very hard not<br />
to get wrapped up in the ongoing discussion<br />
and debate over the proposed Cape<br />
Wind “wind farm” turbines on Nantucket<br />
Sound (and the local’s vehement objection<br />
thereto). The sight of dozens and dozens<br />
of boats of all sizes and description motoring<br />
out to the starting line off Hyannis,<br />
and then parading back into the marina<br />
in Nantucket, was very, very cool. There’s<br />
nothing more fun than renting bikes and<br />
tooling around Nantucket on its beautiful,<br />
winding bike paths. And the tent parties,<br />
overall, were hilarious.<br />
When all was said and done, however,<br />
that Joke-Telling Session is the one thing<br />
that might really stand out.<br />
Oh, yeah, that and Ted Kennedy.<br />
A Greek guy and an Italian guy are arguing<br />
over who has the superior culture. All<br />
day long, back and forth, back and forth.<br />
The Greek says, “We built the Parthenon.”<br />
The Italian says, “We built the Coliseum.”<br />
The Greek says, “We gave birth to higher<br />
mathematics.” The Italian says, “We built<br />
the Roman Empire.” All day long, back<br />
and forth. Finally, the Greek guy says, “We<br />
invented sex!” And the Italian says, “Yeah,<br />
but we introduced it to women!”<br />
—Unknown Comic #3, <strong>Figawi</strong> Annual<br />
Sunday Morning Joke-Telling Session<br />
First off, as the senator himself might say,<br />
we need to make one thing perfectly clear.<br />
Yes, there’s no question that he’s had some<br />
well-chronicled misadventures in these<br />
waters, and you may or may not necessarily<br />
care for his politics, but the man definitely<br />
is a sailor, and a good one at that.<br />
Approaching that finish line, we just<br />
needed to keep our air clear and get across<br />
cleanly when Kennedy’s Mya came rolling<br />
up on our weather quarter. Stu asked<br />
if we had room to cut ahead, and before<br />
he had a definite answer, the wheel was<br />
over and we were slicing over and past the<br />
schooner, with perhaps a boat length to<br />
spare. Kennedy, regal behind the wheel,<br />
couldn’t have been more nonplussed. He<br />
kept his perfectly trimmed boat—with all<br />
sails flying—rolling right along. Midway<br />
through the maneuver, I glanced back,<br />
did a double take, and realized precisely<br />
whom we were dealing with.<br />
For the crew of Summer Breeze, it was our<br />
very first <strong>Figawi</strong>, and we wouldn’t require<br />
the Mount Gay hats to commemorate it.<br />
We had our souvenir. F<br />
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—H.M.