The Devil’s Anarchist
An anarchist’s observations…
Like a Monday morning quarter back I look at this week’s SA articles from a completely different view. The would-coulda-shoulda is a compliment to our writers who deliver the stuff like no other sailing publication on the planet. But in the end I see sun where the clouds are shining and rain on the horizon for the glitter filled feel goods. Most of all to remind us that sailing as a sport is a wide field- with diverse disciplines- and coverage of the sport as a whole is difficult to begin with.
Let’s start with excitement for the AC boats doing some play racing. The boats are cool, and sailing on one is an experience. I have met so many scores of talented sailboat racers in my tenure it is mind boggling. Several years ago I made a simple list of the accolades different members of our SR-33 program have earned. It was astounding- World Championships, National Championships. Sailmakers, boatbuilders, and spar builders. Opti champs along side with Olympic Hopefuls, and true amateurs who in times out performed even the most decorated members of our long standing program. But none them have or likely will experience the thrill of sailing on an AC class boat- that right seems reserved to those somehow chosen from the ranks of champions and draft horses to man these magnificent yachts which are in essence the most obscene day sailors in world history.
