Sunday morning brought hopes of bigger breeze, and with the wind out of the south by 9 a.m., we elected to rake the mast back and tighten our upper shrouds. Practice had taught us that the boat can be difficult to control if the mast is too far forward in heavy air. However, our hopes of big breeze were dashed after two races, and the boat was drastically underpowered, especially for a heavier team. The Vector can be tricky to tune--the rig setup needs to work when none, one, or both sailors are on the wire. Frustration began to set in when teams that we had been comfortably ahead of the previous day started to consistently beat us. Part of that, however, could also be attributed to the steep learning curve in the Vector--at first it seems like a different beast, but, on the whole, its not too quirky and easy to get humming. The other teams were getting up to speed. Meanwhile, Stu and Brendan, with an ultra-loose rig, planed through the fleet, showing amazing boatspeed. When the wind did come up to around 15 knots later in the day, our speed improved dramatically. Sailing five degrees lower than some of our competitors during beats to windward resulted in scenarios I hadnt seen since my junior sailing days--catching up to a boat who was 50 yards ahead of us in less than 20 seconds, sailing through its lee, and experiencing no noticeable wind shadow. While Francis and I had been frustrated with each other over the decision to rake the mast back, it was hard to stay mad at each other while double trapping and planing upwind. The speed and spray were very therapeutic.