This years event will be held on Sunday 8th April, 2018. The annual driftwood trophy race is the opportunity for non competitor sailors (volunteers/parents) to jump onto a laser and enjoy a race against each other. Whether you have sailed a laser before or not you are welcome to participate in the fun casual race, the winner will be awarded the Driftwood Trophy.
Register on the Day at the Centreboard Lawn on April 8th.
This unassuming trophy was first competed for at the end of the 1983-84 centreboard season in Laser dinghies, loaned by the Laser fleet sailors, and is probably the most sort after centreboard trophy in the club. Look at the winner names and you can see where some of our gun sailors got their pedigree from.
The main instigator was Kendal Barry-Cotter, who wanted to give the parents/volunteers a chance to race each other. After negotiating the terms and getting agreement from the Laser fleet sailors, he dropped in the last condition; “You will need to supply a trophy”!
Not only had we poor, young Laser sailors agreed to loan our prized possessions, we had to supply an appropriate trophy. We had all thought the idea of seeing the parents out hiking and capsizing a great joke, so we decided the trophy had to be cheap, something that related to the club and a bit of fun.
After packing up our boats and enjoying a hot shower, some of the Laser sailors were rostered on to roll up the launching mat. As chance would have it, there was a bit of driftwood washed up on it and it was agreed that it would be an appropriate fun trophy. I agreed to dry it out, varnish it and make up a name plate from brass at work.
It turned out to be harder than I expected. After two days hanging in the garage it was still wet so desperate measures were called for. When Mum was out I put it in the oven for a few hours to dry out. I really should have kept a better eye on it as Mum wasn’t too impressed with the smell the next time she used her oven. Then it was given several coats of Dad’s prized two pot epoxy. Yes, more grief when Dad next went to paint his wash boards, and there wasn’t enough epoxy but it was
worth it. Then, I fitted the brass name plate and it came up a treat. I’m not sure when the plinth was added, but thirty years later it still looks good as new.