Many dog owners look and act
like their dogs. In fact, many boaters look like
their boats. But the thing that fascinates me is
how similar boats and boaters are in their
Vic and I, students of marine
behavior that we are, have made these observations
based on 20 years of chartering, schooling,
concierging and yacht brokering to boats and
boaters of all personalities.
Trawler Man and Mrs.
Like their vessel theyíre
serious and solid, as dependable as the diesels
pushing the boat. Their boat has a nomadic and
dreamy name like Odyssey or GypSea.
He and she are as keen on enjoying every mile as
they are in getting to the destination. If it
takes three days to get there instead of two, so
be it. Like most trawlers you see on the water,
Trawler Man and Mrs. have chalked up lots of miles
and have stories to tell. But they are game for
many more expeditions and look forward to telling
you about them in wondrous detail.
Trawler Man likes to wear a
dark Greek fishermanís cap. It looks a lot like
the Bimini top on his flybridge. Like his boat,
his accoutrements are more comfortable and durable
than stylish. Trawler Man stands tall and proud,
like his boat, which is a good thing because it
wouldnít be right to ask Trawler Man to stoop in
the head or the deckhouse.
Mr. Go Fast
You have, of course, Mr. Go
Fast. Like his boat, Mr. Go Fast is known for his
styling and performance as well as the company he
keeps, typically younger females wearing thong
bikinis. His boat is made from space age materials
and designed with positive lift surfaces. Thatís
not unlike the botox and other space age nips and
tucks that Captain Speedy may also know something
His boat is young and,
although he is not, he still enjoys the chase. He
wears an open collar exposing silver hair and a
gold chain. Like his boat, his shirt will sport
custom graphics of very endowed young women. His
boat is named Toys in Babeland, Miss
Behaviní, Aquaholic or, of course, Wet
Captain and Mrs. Motoryacht
Like their vessel, Captain
Mark and Marilyn Motoryacht are well-appointed,
physically attractive and socially-popular. Their
outfits are often in the same color schemes as the
fabrics on the boat. Mr. Motoryacht never leaves
port without his billed captainís hat. While
cruising both the owners on the fly bridge and the
vessel strike impressive profiles and merit
appreciative and envious looks.
Hardship is something they
may have endured when they were younger and
working hard to get ahead. Today, though, at the
dock or on a cruise, the Captain and Mrs. want
everything they worked for, including the
assurance that two-tons of house batteries will
deliver on demand all warm or cold air and fresh
water they will need while on the boat.
The welcome aboard sign is
always out on their vessel. The motoryacht and its
owners work like a team, impressing and smoothing
out life for guests in the large salon, dining
room, fly bridge, and assigned stateroom.
The names they choose --
Liquid Asset, Mutual Fun, or Sea Ya! --
tell us they have made it financially and that
this is their reward:
The boat and the skipper were at the top of their
game in 1970 and not much has happened to either
since then except longer hair and more potted
plants on the roof and stern. They are still
liveaboards squatting on houseboat row, thumbing
their attitude at anybody who works and pays
taxes. Their motto is living in harmony with the
earth but, apparently, earth does not include the
water portion which is expected to process the
effluent from these two aging vessels.
Most of these boats donít have names. Whatís the
point? They never move.
Sir and Madam Self Sufficiency
You will spot my heroes at
the tiller of a sail boat relying on their skills,
their good judgment, and just a tiny breeze to
reach nirvana. The skippers and their boat do what
they do well, over and over, season after season.
Sir and Madam Self
Sufficiency know that the lifeís luxuries are
ephemeral things and that life is lived best when
you count on yourselves and your trusty vessel,
not on others, not on luxuries. Sailing, like
life, is learning to accept the bad and the good
in a measured way. So what if the wind dies? So
what if the crackers are stale? That monofilament
hanging off the stern could mean fresh fish
Their boat is like its
owners, durable and flexible, accommodating itself
to what nature dishes out, the good and the bad.
It expects to match wits with the elements. It
doesnít expect a compliment when the windís at its
back. This is life, after all, might as well enjoy
it. The name on the transom? Serenity,
Solitude, or, perhaps, Destiny.
Whatís your boating
personality? Thereís a boat out there for you and
countless islands yet to explore. Remember, itís
not the vessel or the destination that are
important, itís making the journey.