Finally!
Ilvy met a sparring partner underway: the exact same boat (Maxi 77) with its original rig.
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We had a little race, broad reaching to running in F2-3. Nothing official, just for the fun of it, and lasting for about 30 min. Of course, this was candy conditions for a junk rig.
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However, we were not only winning this little race. We were so jaw-droppingly fast compared to them, that they had to motor full throttle for another 30 minutes to catch up with us after the race.
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I repeat myself:
I am not a racer, but this is pure joy!