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
Let’s be frank. Notwithstanding an attractive, nicely appointed interior, there’s nothing frou-frou about the Albemarle 360 XF (Express Fisherman). Everything about her is solid, functional, and bred for fishing. But that is not to say she’s unattractive. On the contrary, in just the few minutes it took to fuel up at the Sea Isle Marina during the 2006 Miami International Boat Show, several
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.
How many express cruisers have you seen lately that can lay claim to a bright, open, well-ventilated interior? Although we’re living in an age that touts innovative marine design, these days many of our sporty midrange express cruisers proffer the same long, tubular, gloomy, virtually airless interiors that first characterized the genre years ago, despite the liberal usage of opening hatches and
In the summer of 2001, I logged 1,000 quite-happy miles onboard PMY’s company boat, Office Ours. She was a sleek-looking 40-foot convertible from Queensland, Australia-based builder Riviera. I fished her in several tournaments, ran her down the East Coast, and had awesome fun just horizon chasing. The boat offered a great ride as well as a home away from home on road trips. At the
There was snow on the peaks. In northern Italy they always say you can spend the morning on the beach and go skiing in the afternoon, although in my experience even the balmy Tuscan coast is never quite balmy enough in February to tempt me into the water. I also couldn’t help noticing that the beach was completely deserted. Nevertheless, it was sunny, and it felt like spring off Viareggio on the
The difference between testing a new Viking and other convertibles is the same as the difference between following the New York Yankees and most any other baseball team. The Yankees are obsessed with being the best, and they set the bar higher than anyone. Where a division title would cause most teams to rejoice, for the Yankees it’s a mere stepping stone to the only thing that counts: the World
I’m going to take her from the tower, okay?” I enthusiastically inquired with Cabo Yachts’ international sales manager Steve Boerma. I’m a certified tuna-tower nut, although I don’t entirely know why. Perhaps it’s because I grew up with one on my dad’s boat, run my own boat from her tower, or just enjoy the solitude up top. Maybe it’s all of the above. I do know that when I saw the optional
A week or so before I did the wring out of Buddy Davis’ new B&D 34 Center Console, my wife convinced me I should go on the South Beach Diet. So, in keeping with this nutritional newness in my life, prior to showing up at Davis’ waterside facility in West Palm Beach, Florida, I chowed down on a honkin’ low-carb extravaganza: three eggs, six slices of bacon, and ten slices of tomato. Which was
The prior night’s downpour had eased to a thick, humid mist as I made my way down the dock behind the Hall of Fame Marina in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, but even in the morning’s gloomy haze, the new Luhrs 41 Open looked inviting. And I was not the only one on the dock that seemed to harbor that opinion. As I introduced myself to the Luhrs’ dealer, Capt. Sam Jaber of Scituate Yacht Company, we were
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
When you think of Chris-Craft, you likely think of a classic beauty; a jaw-dropping, solid-mahogany runabout that’s reminiscent of a bygone era. Indeed, during the 1950’s, the Chris-Craft name was practically a synonym for pleasureboating. But the builder’s 130-year-long career has not been all highs; in fact, during the 1980’s and 1990’s, Chris-Craft fell on hard times and lost much of its
Next time you're hanging at the ol' waterfront watering hole and feel like stirring things up, drop this on your buddies: "Power & Motoryacht just tested a 43-foot trawler that did 27 mph." At least one guy will look up from his brew and declare that no trawler could possibly go that fast because, as everyone knows, trawlers are displacement boats limited to hull speed, which
The Brunswick Boat Group builds more pleasureboats than anyone else in the world. Twenty builders produce myriad types of vessels, from Keys-friendly skiffs to 100-foot motoryachts, under the Brunswick umbrella. Many of those companies were purchased by Brunswick, but not Meridian Yachts. Four years ago it was created to fill a niche that the corporation’s executives felt was underrepresented
The boat’s ensign looks starch-stiff. It’s blowing 20-plus knots, and white-tipped four- to six-footers roll in steady sets. From the flying bridge 20-plus feet above the frothing water, I see a Gulf Stream horizon that looks like Monet’s “Rough Sea at Etretat.” Perfect.
Beneath my feet sits 135,000 pounds of time-tested hull, stout construction, and first-rate craftsmanship. I’m onboard
After testing Carver's new 42 Super Sport powered by Volvo Penta's Inboard Performance system (IPS), I was slackjaw. They'd harmonized like The Beach Boys on "Pet Sounds."
I've always admired Carver's ability to offer the cruising set commodious, home-like accommodations and an impressive list of standards across all of its 17 models. However, my personal experience with running its boats
Ocean Yachts mounts a big, standard Shakespeare VHF antenna on the starboard flying bridge cowling of the new 42 Super Sport, and when folded down to accommodate bridges and other low-slung obstacles, the darn thing hangs over the transom a good ways and tends to slightly complicate close-quarters maneuvering. Not that I’m complaining. Extra antenna altitude is generally good since it extends
Increasingly over the past several years, builders of custom yachts worldwide have been adding semicustom series to their offerings. It's a move that's paid off handsomely for some yards: Not only have they been able to retain more control over design and construction costs, but also they've fulfilled the desires of buyers looking for lower-priced yachts that can be ready months—and, in
I crossed the equator the first time onboard the oceangoing tug Betty Wood, and, barring a few initiation pranks by guys who were already card-carrying members of the "Royal Order of Shellbacks," the event consisted mostly of a party, or what passes for a party on a merchant vessel in the midst of the Pacific. And it was fun, partly because revelry, when practiced miles from nowhere, is
Brisbane, Australia's Moreton Bay is foaming with short-spaced three- to five-footers and a brisk spring breeze. The just-launched Warren S87 speeds across the water at 25 knots as if the surface is glass, while a 50-foot sport yacht with a flailing photographer on the foredeck tries fruitlessly to keep up. I've flown halfway around the big, blue marble to get a first look at this Down Under
Now and again, you've got to push the ol' envelope. You've got to take a vessel you're testing offshore in edgy weather and really slam her around. Of course, under such conditions, you hope for a good boat—or at least a safe boat—and prior to heading out, you like to know that everyone onboard is down with the upcoming vicissitudes.
"You okay? You're not gonna get sick, are
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
The morning I passed over the Spa Creek Bridge and entered Annapolis, Maryland, I was greeted with a sign that read “Annapolis: America’s Sailing Capital.” I snickered and promptly ignored it, but I couldn’t help but think of sailing’s influence on both Annapolis and Beneteau, the French boatbuilder of the Flyer 12 that I was slated to sea trial.
Sandwiched between the busy ports of
It was a picture-perfect Sunshine State day, the mid-September morning I arrived in Melbourne to test the Sea Ray 38 Sundancer. Bright blue sky, puffy white clouds, sun beating down—the kind of day Florida is famous for, the kind of day that makes you want to slow down, take a deep breath, and relax. My flight from New York City had landed early, there was nobody in line at the rental car