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Jefferson 82 Starship Pilothouse

The day got off to a rousing start, nutritionally speaking. Photographer Jim Raycroft picked me up at Fort Lauderdale International, and we headed for Billfish Marina by way of Lester's Diner on State Road 84, a decent place to grab a fast breakfast and talk over your plans for the day."What we're lookin' at," I said, once I'd ordered two eggs scrambled, pancakes, bacon, sausage, home
82 Starship Pilothouse
Price $34386.00


Year 2006
LOA 82'0"
Beam 20'8"
Draft 5'8"
Fuel Capacity (in Gallons) 2450
Water Capacity (in Gallons) 400


Standard Power 2/1,502-bhp MTU 10V 2000 M93 diesel inboards
Optional Power various diesel engines from Caterpillar and MTU up to 1,800 bhp apiece
Controls MTU Smartline electronic
Weight 170000 pounds
Steering Hynautic hydraulic w/ power assist off port engine

The day got off to a rousing start, nutritionally speaking. Photographer Jim Raycroft picked me up at Fort Lauderdale International, and we headed for Billfish Marina by way of Lester's Diner on State Road 84, a decent place to grab a fast breakfast and talk over your plans for the day.

"What we're lookin' at," I said, once I'd ordered two eggs scrambled, pancakes, bacon, sausage, home fries, toast, orange juice, and black coffee, "is a boat test that's also a boat ride—we're gonna hop on the Jefferson 82 Starship Pilothouse at Billfish, ride 'er up to West Palm with the 78-year-old founder of Jefferson Yachts, Leon Shaw, and do a little testing on the way. Then back to Lauderdale by rental car. And I catch my plane at 6 o'clock. Sound realistic?"

"No, not really," Raycroft replied as yet another waitress with a beehive hairdo whisked past. "And by the way, whatever happened to the South Beach Diet you were doin'?"

"I quit," I said. "Not enough carbohydrates and sugar to hold my interest."

We got to Billfish about 10 o'clock, which in itself was not surprising. After all, breakfast hadn't taken that long. What was surprising, however, given my expectations of making the trip to West Palm with only Shaw, was all the guys who showed up at the same time. One-time boat-buying customers who'd morphed into a gang of cruising buddies over the decades, they were from various parts of the country, white-haired and venerable, and sea-savvy to a man. While we all worked to secure a collapsible boarding ladder in the cockpit, I counted six of them.


One more unexpected detail's well worth mentioning: Billfish Marina was a veritable miasma of overstuffed twistiness that morning. More to the point, in the curvier stretches of the main fairway, it was obvious that some of the larger motoryachts on the premises were protruding so dramatically that a departing vessel of the 82's size was going to have to stop after easing her stern clear of one bow, sidle sideways, reposition herself to clear another bow dead ahead, proceed gingerly, and then repeat the whole process just a few hundred yards farther on. And what's more, the current was rippin'. Swirling waters climbed the upstream side of the pilings with such urgency, I wondered how we were gonna safely leave without crunching something.

My worries were for naught. Shaw undocked the 82 and proceeded on down the fairway with the sort of calm, unhurried style that only tons of hands-on boat-handling experience and nearly 50 years in the boat biz can bestow. Not that the man didn't have a little help, though.


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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The Boat

Standard Equipment

Exalto windshield wipers; Zodiac 380 Yachtline Deluxe RIB; 1,500-lb.-capacity Brower hydraulic davit; Kahlenberg triple air horns; 2/Simpson-Lawrence 4000 windlasses; Simrad electronics package at upper and lower stations (radar, color plotter, autopilot, Voyager TV monitor, VHFs, depth/speed/sumlogs); 2/Stidd leather helm chairs; GE refrigerator/ freezer; 4-burner GE cooktop; GE Advantium microwave oven; Fisher & Paykel dishwasher; Broan trash compactor; granite countertops; 7/VacuFlush MSDs; Jenn-Air BBQ; duplex Racor 75/1000 fuel-water separators; Wesmar stabilizers; 40-hp Wesmar hydraulic bow and stern thrusters; 2/25-kW Westerbeke gensets; 138,000-Btu Cruisair tempered-water A/C system; Sea Recovery Aqua Whisper watermaker; PYI dripless shaft logs; Reverso oil exchanger; Sea-Fire auto. fire-extinguishing system

Optional Equipment

none (custom equipped)

The Test

Test Boat Specifications

  • Test Engine: 2/1,502-bhp MTU 10V 2000 M93 diesel inboards
  • Transmission/Ratio: ZF 20F0 A/2.47:1
  • Props: 42x35 Hung Shen bronze 5-blade
  • Price as Tested: $3,438,600

This article originally appeared in the July 2006 issue of Power & Motoryacht magazine.

The Photos