For better and worse, I was his mentor.
Unfortunately, Mike purchased the wrong boat: a big, beautiful, powerful, sailing machine that came with all the baggage a big, beautiful, powerful sailing machine carries. Imagine buying a 56-foot, 60,000-pound sloop with nearly eight-foot draft for a first boat? It's actually more common than it should be, as older, successful business people who are first-time sailors try to flatten out the learning curve with money.
The lure of distant islands and that overworked concept of "maybe I'll sail around the world," cause people to buy more boat than they need. Leaving the dock in Mike's boat, especially with a cross breeze or current, was always exciting. You don't casually fend off 30 tons of boat. Mike left his mark on a few pilings. And I, too, admit to mishap, "tattooing" the rubrail while expertly demonstrating the proper docking technique.
Once clear of the jetties, the Roberts-designed Jomar 56 was at home plowing through ocean swells. But, schlepping up the main was a big chore. You couldn't reach the sheet winches from the helm and adjusting the genoa leads underway required a lot of strength. She needed a breeze to respond so, of course, too much time was spent under power in light, fickle breezes that predominate along the Atlantic coast. The last thing Mike wanted to hear was the roar of another diesel engine. Instead he wanted to feel powerful sailing with the press of wind on his incredibly expensive new sails.
Big boats not only command big bucks, but they also rob you of your time, and especially that of an absentee owner. More and more of Mike's time was spent arranging for the teak decks to be redone, the generator replaced, the engine overhauled, the winches updated, and so on. The maintenance was endless. Soon it wasn't worth all the trouble and Mike sold the boat. A common Ft. Lauderdale story: Another cruising dream is deleted.
Mike was miserable without a boat and he would call me up just to hear about some of my sailing adventures. He lasted about a year before he started looking at boats again. And sure enough he started down the same slippery slope, considering big, expensive, systems-intensive boats. He flew to Minnesota to check out a Taswell 49 and seriously inspected an Oyster 53. Fortunately, his broker was a good chap and more interested in helping Mike find the right boat than in pocketing a fat commission. He insisted that Mike take a look at a Beneteau Oceanis center-cockpit 44. To many of us this seems like a big boat, possibly the ultimate boat, but to Mike it seemed almost ridiculously small and a step backward. He asked me, "Can I sail a Beneteau around the world?" I told him yes, but that he wasn't posing the right question. He should have been asking me if he could be away from the dock, under sail and making way in a light breeze in less than an hour in the boat. He groaned. There was no romance in that question.
I knew immediately that the boat was right for Mike. All the numbers were right. It displaced less than 21,000 pounds, drew just five feet, nine inches and had a manageable sail plan. The intangibles were right too. He could leave it unattended for months and it would be little worse for the wear. Most importantly, it was well-engineered and simply rigged with roller-furling main and headsail. And the view from the helm was excellent. An advantage of a center-cockpit design is that there isn't that much boat in front of you to maneuver. The self-tailing winches were easily reached from the helm, as were the leads for the traveler and load-adjusting genoa cars.
On this new boat, Mike would be able to learn some of the intricacies of sailing that his bigger boat had covered up. The Beneteau was just a few years old and spotlessly clean. The previous owner had not cluttered up the boat with too many "good-idea" gizmos. In fact, it looked like the owner had never set foot aboard. The gear and electronics were minimal and of high quality and the accommodations were lovely with two equal staterooms fore and aft.
Typically, Mike was too busy to attend his own sea trial. I took the boat out for him and nothing changed my mind. Mike bought the boat and a few weeks later the two of us set off to deliver it up the coast to Hilton Head, SC. Despite light air, we actually sailed most of the way. As we plied the coffee-stain-colored waters off the coast of Georgia, Mike shook his head and said, "We've been sailing two and half days and I haven't picked up a tool yet."
That was the point of it. We were sailing—just sailing.
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