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The 82 dodged and feinted through the marina with balletic delicacy, sliding sideways or catty-corner whenever she had to, thanks to the seemingly inexhaustible oomph that only a matched pair of 40-hp Wesmar hydraulic thrusters, bow and stern, can provide. Additionally, her maneuvering responses were virtually instantaneous. All Shaw had to do was enjoy the Cruisair air conditioning in the skylounge, occasionally engage the 82's MTU electronic engine controls, and/or briefly manipulate her two Wesmar joysticks, and she'd react in less time than it took for him to stifle a yawn.
I ran the boat for about half the open-water trip to West Palm and came away relaxed, even energized. There were numerous reasons for this perhaps, but the steering system was one of the biggies. Because the 82 is equipped with Hynautic hydraulics as well as Hynautic power assist off the port engine, her big, destroyer wheels at the upper and lower helm stations move with buttery ease. Add such a virtue to a long-keeled hull form designed by Tommaso Spadolini, and you've got a course-holding, true-tracking passagemaker on your hands, going up-sea, down-sea, or side-sea, and to heck with the autopilot!
Another biggie was seating. Shaw installs leather-upholstered Stidd helm chairs with a baked-on, powder-coated, color-coordinated finish in both the 82's skylounge and pilothouse. They are adjustable in all sorts of ways besides the plain ol' up and down and forward and back, and they also offer rubber-buffered footrests as well as cup holders and accessory trays. If you can't relax in one of these babies, dial up a psychotherapist!
And the final biggie was visibility. Whether I ran the 82 from the skylounge or the pilothouse—and I did both to gauge the qualities of each—visibility forward and to the sides was superb, no matter what rpm the mains were turning. And while visibility aft from the skylounge was typical of the motoryacht genre, meaning it was limited by the boat deck and its accoutrements (Zodiac Yachtline Deluxe RIB, Brower davit, wetbar with Jenn-Air BBQ, etc.), I could easily keep tabs on activities abaft the 82's stern by simply looking aft from the pilothouse beneath the overhead galley locker and straight through the saloon.
Testing went rapidly, thanks to one of Shaw's buddies who kindly copied numbers onto my clipboard as I read them off PMY's test equipment. The average top speed of 22.8 mph I got with the Stalker radar gun in two- to four-foot seas was respectable, and the operating efficiency of 1.04 mpg I recorded at 1000 rpm (for an average speed of 10.4 mph and a range of 2,293 statute miles) was excellent. And the sound readings I took in the pilothouse were church-mouse quiet thanks to sound- and vibration-reducing, watertight engine-room bulkheads sandwiched with three-inch layers of Nidacore, rubber isolation mounts under most ancillaries, and Nidacore-sandwiched cabin soles covered with teak planks 1/4 inch thick, leaded-foam insulation (in way of the machinery spaces), and thick, high-quality carpet.
We were just north of Boca Raton when I reluctantly turned the helm over to another of Shaw's buddies so Shaw and I could give the 82's traditional, cherry-and-burl interior a tour. We began with the lower deck, an expansive, conventionally arranged space with four staterooms and four heads forward of the engine room and a large crew quarters aft. Besides the top-shelf quality and sheer quantity of the equipage throughout, the most noteworthy aspect here was the level of fit and finish—the equal of much of what comes out of Europe these days.
The upper deck was just as slick. Residential-style GE appliances, granite countertops, custom cherry blinds, and a double stainless steel sink were the galley highlights. And the saloon's distinctions included leather upholstery on the sofas, a big cherry-and-burl dining/gaming table with six chairs, a whopping entertainment system featuring a 42-inch Panasonic plasma TV, and a day head with a VacuFlush MSD, a marble floor, and granite countertops.
We arrived in West Palm at sunset, and by the time we were tied up, it was well after dark. As we finished tweaking the last springline, the wives of Shaw's friends began to arrive, and an impromptu party convened onboard, featuring the convivial laughter of a genuinely salty crowd and more than a few guided tours of a vessel that's as sumptuously outfitted and finely finished as any big motoryacht I've sea-trialed lately. So infectious was the spirit of the festivities—and so inviting the arrival of whole piles of sugar-infested, carbohydrate-ridden munchies—that Raycroft and I hung in there, lingering well beyond the time when making a rental car reservation made any sense.
Which was fine, actually. Shaw organized a ride for us back to Lauderdale once we were ready to go. I did a hotel there instead of an airport. And Raycroft never came close to telling me I told you so. Not once.
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This article originally appeared in the July 2006
issue of Power & Motoryacht magazine.
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