
Call me a liar, but it's bomb as hell when fast boats sail into your town. It's even better when you get to be on the water with them. Me and my buddies ran a few miles off shore in a whaler to watch Puma gybe down the channel, change head stays and the cruise to a stylish 4th place finish. We are the black speck in the bottom left of the picture (to leeward and behind Puma). A win would have been bomb, but for me this boat is the cat's pajamas.
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