A Boy and a Boat
July 2, 2019
In 1957, teenager Tom Ireland set out on a 1,500-mile journey from Long Island to Miami aboard a 13-foot Speedliner with a 25-hp outboard. What happened next even Mark Twain couldn’t make up.
In 1957, teenager Tom Ireland set out on a 1,500-mile journey from Long Island to Miami aboard a 13-foot Speedliner with a 25-hp outboard. What happened next even Mark Twain couldn’t make up.
We put manual and auto-inflate life vests to the test to determine which solution is right for you.
A decorated Vietnam War veteran, our own Capt. Bill Pike, heads back to Vietnam in search of a conflict-era U.S. patrol boat, and perhaps something a bit more important than that.
A father reluctantly sets out to take his kids shark fishing and returns with a boatload of memories, and a changed mind.
When a few diehard Florida boaters put their heads together to bring the original Formula 233 back to her former glory, nobody knew exactly how the project would turn out. Which means everybody was surprised by the result.
Setting the hook, do you ever ask yourself if you feel lucky?
During the early ’90s, Colón, Panama, was a veritable den of cutthroats and thieves. Could a small band of Americans fly down there and liberate a brand-new 72-foot battlewagon—the Flagship of the Bertram fleet—from the decks of a mutinous freighter?
Wheeeeeeee!!!!!!How Betty Jane became Florida’s fastest trawler.After the explosion of the Deepwater Horizon in the Gulf of Mexico, it soon became obvious that vast quantities of toxic dispersants were being used to emulsify the errant crude whooshing up from the ocean’s floor. Moreover, the stuff bypassing the dispersants was
Owning up to your seafaring mistakesIt was refreshing, really. My wife and I were spending a winter Saturday at Port St. Joe Marina on Florida’s northern Gulf Coast with a merry band of people who were either cruising The Great Loop or planning to do so soon. The Great Loop, of course, is a circumnavigation of the eastern half of the United States via
A home workshop project evokes a little nautical nostalgia.I wasn’t sure what the trouble was, really. For some unknown reason, the forged-brass clock that usually hangs near Betty Jane’s lower helm station had started chiming with diminished fervor. Instead of a bright ting, ting, it was going tunk, tunk. So I removed the screws holding it in place
Twisted souls who help out, even when help’s not wanted.Truth to tell, I’m still suffering from a pesky old resentment. It originated several years ago at a marina in South Carolina when a stubborn youngster who was trying to be helpful snatched one of Betty Jane’s bow lines, and despite protestations from yours truly who was
I grew up a few milesfrom a little miningtown in northernNew York State, andon Friday evenings,shortly after the paychecks came out,our family went to town to do ourgrocery shopping. We’d park our Chevyon Main Street to, as mom used to say,“watch the people go by.”Don’t laugh—this customwas the highlight of ourweek. Folks came frommiles around to
If you’re a careful reader of PMY (and I’m sure you are), then you’ve probably perused a recent boat test of mine (“Cost Effective,” May 2009) that dwelled in part upon the difficulties I had returning a 50-footer to her slip after a sea trial during the Miami International Boat Show. The episode did not constitute a true horror show by any means, but the events were embarrassing enough. Sure, my
One of the most unusual final resting places in the world is coming more alive every day. The Neptune Memorial Reef, about three miles off Key Biscayne, Florida, is not only attracting a greater variety of marine life, it is also bringing in a bevy of scuba divers and underwater photographers.The one-of-a-kind cemetery lies in 45 feet of water and includes benches, gates, and sculptures,
This article originally appeared in the August 2005 issue of Power & Motoryacht magazine.
In 1957, teenager Tom Ireland set out on a 1,500-mile journey from Long Island to Miami aboard a 13-foot Speedliner with a 25-hp outboard. What happened next even Mark Twain couldn’t make up.
We put manual and auto-inflate life vests to the test to determine which solution is right for you.
A decorated Vietnam War veteran, our own Capt. Bill Pike, heads back to Vietnam in search of a conflict-era U.S. patrol boat, and perhaps something a bit more important than that.
A father reluctantly sets out to take his kids shark fishing and returns with a boatload of memories, and a changed mind.
When a few diehard Florida boaters put their heads together to bring the original Formula 233 back to her former glory, nobody knew exactly how the project would turn out. Which means everybody was surprised by the result.
Setting the hook, do you ever ask yourself if you feel lucky?
During the early ’90s, Colón, Panama, was a veritable den of cutthroats and thieves. Could a small band of Americans fly down there and liberate a brand-new 72-foot battlewagon—the Flagship of the Bertram fleet—from the decks of a mutinous freighter?
Wheeeeeeee!!!!!!How Betty Jane became Florida’s fastest trawler.After the explosion of the Deepwater Horizon in the Gulf of Mexico, it soon became obvious that vast quantities of toxic dispersants were being used to emulsify the errant crude whooshing up from the ocean’s floor. Moreover, the stuff bypassing the dispersants was
Owning up to your seafaring mistakesIt was refreshing, really. My wife and I were spending a winter Saturday at Port St. Joe Marina on Florida’s northern Gulf Coast with a merry band of people who were either cruising The Great Loop or planning to do so soon. The Great Loop, of course, is a circumnavigation of the eastern half of the United States via
A home workshop project evokes a little nautical nostalgia.I wasn’t sure what the trouble was, really. For some unknown reason, the forged-brass clock that usually hangs near Betty Jane’s lower helm station had started chiming with diminished fervor. Instead of a bright ting, ting, it was going tunk, tunk. So I removed the screws holding it in place
Twisted souls who help out, even when help’s not wanted.Truth to tell, I’m still suffering from a pesky old resentment. It originated several years ago at a marina in South Carolina when a stubborn youngster who was trying to be helpful snatched one of Betty Jane’s bow lines, and despite protestations from yours truly who was
I grew up a few milesfrom a little miningtown in northernNew York State, andon Friday evenings,shortly after the paychecks came out,our family went to town to do ourgrocery shopping. We’d park our Chevyon Main Street to, as mom used to say,“watch the people go by.”Don’t laugh—this customwas the highlight of ourweek. Folks came frommiles around to
If you’re a careful reader of PMY (and I’m sure you are), then you’ve probably perused a recent boat test of mine (“Cost Effective,” May 2009) that dwelled in part upon the difficulties I had returning a 50-footer to her slip after a sea trial during the Miami International Boat Show. The episode did not constitute a true horror show by any means, but the events were embarrassing enough. Sure, my
One of the most unusual final resting places in the world is coming more alive every day. The Neptune Memorial Reef, about three miles off Key Biscayne, Florida, is not only attracting a greater variety of marine life, it is also bringing in a bevy of scuba divers and underwater photographers.The one-of-a-kind cemetery lies in 45 feet of water and includes benches, gates, and sculptures,
This article originally appeared in the August 2005 issue of Power & Motoryacht magazine.
