On Saturday afternoon at last February’s Miami International Boat Show, amid the dozens of launches and parties I was obligated to attend, I was having lunch at an oceanside bistro when a commotion erupted nearby. Two couples were standing, bickering, and pointing towards the ocean. It seemed they couldn’t agree on what kind of boat was racing across the horizon. My curiosity was piqued, but
David Marlow followed a regimented path to success during a multidecade career as a boat designer, eventually retiring to his native Florida hard by Terra Ceia Bay in a restored, cracker-style home. But he couldn’t stop thinking about hull design, spending hours tinkering in his workshop followed by towing scale models of his design behind his Boston Whaler. Eventually, no longer content as a
Every afternoon at just before sunset in Tuzla, Turkey, a small town approximately 15 miles outside of Istanbul, loudspeakers summon Muslims to Magrib, or sunset prayer. If you were just offshore in the Sea of Marmara at this time, the prayers coming from the loudspeakers would certainly float over the onion-shape minarets of the city’s numerous mosques to reach your ears. Looking towards the
I am a voracious reader, but occasionally I find it tricky to decipher the meaning behind certain works. In his book Mother Night, Kurt Vonnegut made it easy for me: He states the novel’s theme in the preface. “You are what you pretend to be,” Vonnegut writes, adding that we should be darn careful about what we pretend to be, as we may just become that. Recently I was at Allied Richard
Kiwis welcome a good challenge. Take New Zealander Edmund Hillary. After hundreds of others had failed and some had died trying, Hillary, along with his guide Tenzing Norgay, was the first man to summit the highest point on Earth, Mt. Everest. No doubt inspired by Hillary, his countrymen are today among the world’s elite climbers.
The same holds true for New Zealand’s less-famous citizenry.
Center-console boats will always be objects of my affection. As teenagers my friends and I spent large chunks of our summer vacations cruising, fishing, and looking for trouble on a 17-footer in the backwaters of Barnegat Bay, New Jersey. At any given time my friends and I had her loaded up with surfboards, diving and fishing gear, or just a horde of people bound for a favorite anchorage. Later I
I have grown used to waiting for ladies. It no longer bothers me that my female friends take a bit longer to get ready than I do. Heck, I’ll even go out on a limb and say that waiting is a treat. Why? Because I’ve come to value these moments as precious down time for catching up on reading, channel surfing, or sneaking in 40 winks.Recently, I had to remind myself more than once of my Zen
As I made my way through downtown Green Bay, Wisconsin, to the Harborside Yacht Center, I expected the Carver 43 Motor Yacht to look unlike any Carver I’d ever seen. I’d been told her exterior design resulted from a collaboration between Carver and industrial design guru BMW Group DesignworksUSA, and as she came into view, sitting stern-to at the marina on the Fox River, the result of the
It was a lifelong passion for yachting that led the Scaburri brothers, who had no experience as boatbuilders, to start a boatbuilding company in Bergamo, Italy, in 1987. It was also the family’s success as industrialists in a field that couldn’t be further from the sea that has helped ensure its success. The four brothers that founded Uniesse Marine are fourth-generation owners of the largest
Cavileer Boatworks is named after 18th-century boatbuilder John Cavileer, whose boats—built in Lower Bank, New Jersey, the current home of Cavileer Boatworks—were integral players in America’s fight for independence. George Washington, then a young general, was purportedly so impressed with the stout construction and seafaring abilities of Cavileer’s boats that he used them to send
Recently, I’ve had a string of bad luck with South Florida weather. The past few times I’ve been on the water there, the skies have opened up, the seas turned snotty, and I’ve been subsequently drenched by quarter-size raindrops. Although this doesn’t bother me so much—moderate chop’s good for a sea trial—I prefer not to be in a constant state of panic about keeping our plethora of
Entering Black Pearl Marine’s Marco Island, Florida, office, I knew straight away I was dealing with serious anglers. Although he’s a salesman, Capt. Steve Sprigg was simultaneously tinkering with a half-dozen grapefruit-size Shimano Tiagra 80-pound reels and poring over the contents of a morning shipment of fishing miscellany. Marc Brunsvold, company president and founder, answered e-mails and
On Saturday afternoon at last February’s Miami International Boat Show, amid the dozens of launches and parties I was obligated to attend, I was having lunch at an oceanside bistro when a commotion erupted nearby. Two couples were standing, bickering, and pointing towards the ocean. It seemed they couldn’t agree on what kind of boat was racing across the horizon. My curiosity was piqued, but
David Marlow followed a regimented path to success during a multidecade career as a boat designer, eventually retiring to his native Florida hard by Terra Ceia Bay in a restored, cracker-style home. But he couldn’t stop thinking about hull design, spending hours tinkering in his workshop followed by towing scale models of his design behind his Boston Whaler. Eventually, no longer content as a
Every afternoon at just before sunset in Tuzla, Turkey, a small town approximately 15 miles outside of Istanbul, loudspeakers summon Muslims to Magrib, or sunset prayer. If you were just offshore in the Sea of Marmara at this time, the prayers coming from the loudspeakers would certainly float over the onion-shape minarets of the city’s numerous mosques to reach your ears. Looking towards the
I am a voracious reader, but occasionally I find it tricky to decipher the meaning behind certain works. In his book Mother Night, Kurt Vonnegut made it easy for me: He states the novel’s theme in the preface. “You are what you pretend to be,” Vonnegut writes, adding that we should be darn careful about what we pretend to be, as we may just become that. Recently I was at Allied Richard
Kiwis welcome a good challenge. Take New Zealander Edmund Hillary. After hundreds of others had failed and some had died trying, Hillary, along with his guide Tenzing Norgay, was the first man to summit the highest point on Earth, Mt. Everest. No doubt inspired by Hillary, his countrymen are today among the world’s elite climbers.
The same holds true for New Zealand’s less-famous citizenry.
Center-console boats will always be objects of my affection. As teenagers my friends and I spent large chunks of our summer vacations cruising, fishing, and looking for trouble on a 17-footer in the backwaters of Barnegat Bay, New Jersey. At any given time my friends and I had her loaded up with surfboards, diving and fishing gear, or just a horde of people bound for a favorite anchorage. Later I
I have grown used to waiting for ladies. It no longer bothers me that my female friends take a bit longer to get ready than I do. Heck, I’ll even go out on a limb and say that waiting is a treat. Why? Because I’ve come to value these moments as precious down time for catching up on reading, channel surfing, or sneaking in 40 winks.Recently, I had to remind myself more than once of my Zen
As I made my way through downtown Green Bay, Wisconsin, to the Harborside Yacht Center, I expected the Carver 43 Motor Yacht to look unlike any Carver I’d ever seen. I’d been told her exterior design resulted from a collaboration between Carver and industrial design guru BMW Group DesignworksUSA, and as she came into view, sitting stern-to at the marina on the Fox River, the result of the
It was a lifelong passion for yachting that led the Scaburri brothers, who had no experience as boatbuilders, to start a boatbuilding company in Bergamo, Italy, in 1987. It was also the family’s success as industrialists in a field that couldn’t be further from the sea that has helped ensure its success. The four brothers that founded Uniesse Marine are fourth-generation owners of the largest
Cavileer Boatworks is named after 18th-century boatbuilder John Cavileer, whose boats—built in Lower Bank, New Jersey, the current home of Cavileer Boatworks—were integral players in America’s fight for independence. George Washington, then a young general, was purportedly so impressed with the stout construction and seafaring abilities of Cavileer’s boats that he used them to send
Recently, I’ve had a string of bad luck with South Florida weather. The past few times I’ve been on the water there, the skies have opened up, the seas turned snotty, and I’ve been subsequently drenched by quarter-size raindrops. Although this doesn’t bother me so much—moderate chop’s good for a sea trial—I prefer not to be in a constant state of panic about keeping our plethora of
Entering Black Pearl Marine’s Marco Island, Florida, office, I knew straight away I was dealing with serious anglers. Although he’s a salesman, Capt. Steve Sprigg was simultaneously tinkering with a half-dozen grapefruit-size Shimano Tiagra 80-pound reels and poring over the contents of a morning shipment of fishing miscellany. Marc Brunsvold, company president and founder, answered e-mails and
