I pretty much grew up sailing a 23' South Coast Seacraft sloop. A friend's father got her used, and we used to do things like sail her from her berth in Edmonds, WA, to the San Juans, so my friend's dad could sail around the islands without the "boredom" of sailing her there. Needless to say, we loved it. Near as I can tell, she was built around 1958, and she had much sleeker lines than some of the later boats from the same manufacturer. She was very fast, and we had many an adventure aboard her, and being teens at the time, we were of course immortal, and did many things we would never even consider now.
Much later on, I had a chance to sail a 54' ketch. While any kind of sailing is lovely, and this ketch had about the same lines as my beloved sloop, I was nevertheless a bit surprised at how much an extra 20' or so with the accompanying broadening of beam turned the experience from one of driving a sports car to one of driving a truck. Oh, the ketch was plenty fast, but coming about was more like wallowing about, and so on. Of course I never sailed her through any narrow passes, (nor would I want to without a lot more practice) but gone was the crack, crack, crack of closely repeated tacks.
However, I can't deny there was something rather majestic about standing on deck behind a real wheel, instead of merely manning a tiller. So I am rather ambivalent about my experience "captaining" this ketch, and I am wondering if anyone has any similar stories to relate, or even better, has a story to relate about how they became used to and fell in love with the "truck."
By the way, it has always been my dream to sail a tall ship, but I suspect most of them would be even worse. Has anyone out there ever done that?