We only finished one race, a shifty, mind-boggling affair. Aboard Bill Porter's Conundrum, we got off the line in decent shape. We were headed left, and so was the wind. For a minute or two, it looked like we'd be able to tack to port and cross the entire fleet en route to a horizon-job victory...for a minute or two. Just as soon as we tacked over, however, the wind shifted hard right, and we went from first to last.