Beating to windward in a black night of rain squalls rolling up from the southeast, the vanguard of the 21st biennial Newport-to-Bermuda yacht race boiled past the finish line off St. David's Head in a swirl of windy confusion. Busy skippers forgot to flash their sail numbers in code to the race committee, and their boats slid by in the gloom, unrecognized and unrecorded. To compound the chaos, a few pessimists figured that they had failed to fetch the line, came about and crossed it again. Not until they had suffered through an hours-long session did frantic officials make sense...
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