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found this passage on http://www.geocities.com/bill_dietrich/ChoosingBoatModels.html web page. though it to be interesting
"You know there are so many **** production vessels out there that it is truly depressing to see some of the crap put out by boat yards claiming to do the right thing. Garbage, and you''re going to get stuck with one.............. pick your battle.
On the other hand they can carry you around the world and sailing anything is better than contemplating the perfect boat.
I have to have abused you with my Buccaneer story:
I am in the Bahamas with four students and there anchored some 200 yards away is a 25 foot Buccaneer. This has to be the worst piece of crap boat ever built. Looks like a football with a mast. Like someone took a normal boat and installed an enema airline and pumped it up, extending in all directions. This twenty-five foot boat was marketed for internal volume and the number of berths that it had. Good thing too, because it has no other qualities, none.
So a pair of the students started to remark about what a piece of horse dung that this vessel was, how ugly, what a poor sailing boat, built like a toy, and how we should go urinate on it this moment and maybe do the owner in, so that he would not have to suffer any more, this embarrassment in his life.
I joined in with the ribald banter, waiting for my moment. Hey I''m the salt, can''t let a moment pass can I. So after twenty or so minutes and when the quiet befell the cockpit, having got to the goal, no one having any else to add. I recognized my moment and remarked: "You know there is one point we shouldn''t forget." They looked at me with tilted heads, waiting for the next utterance. "Come this Friday you guys are all going to be headed home, to wives, jobs, all the pointed minutia of life and this guy, and his **** boat, is still going to be in the cool, clear, aquamarine waters of the Bahamas............... something to think about."
The silence was thick and still. The thought being pondered, which one of these students, young yuppie professionals that they are, would be willing to trade their life.
Never lose focus: the goal is going sailing. And no matter what vessel you decide on, the goal is the same. I know of so many would-be cruisers who seem to hang out for years at the dock trying to get the boat just right. "