Shamelessly stealing a title from Boatboy, here are some pictures from our visit yesterday to the Miami International Boat Show, which is spread over three venues: the Sea Isle Marina in the Bayshore area of Miami; along Collins Avenue on Miami Beach across from the Fontainebleau Hotel, and at the Miami Beach Convention Center. For the record, I can’t afford to buy the right clothes to wear on one of these boats.
One of the things I noticed was the difference between the attitudes at the different venues. At the Sea Isle Marina in Bayshore, all of the boats were new and all you had to do to go aboard was take off your shoes. Over on Miami Beach, the boats were all “brokeraged,” which is a fancy way of saying “used,” and you had to go through the process of making an appointment to go aboard. That meant giving your name and address to the lady at the front desk. This was to accomplish two things; keep the riff-raff off the yachts (for the record, I was Riff and Boatboy was Raff), and to get us on their mailing list so they can send us glossy catalogues of boats that are being sold off by the folks who lost their ass to Bernie Madoff.
I love boats of all kinds, and I really appreciate the craftsmanship that goes into making these elegant powerboats, but give me a Lightning or a Beetlecat and a good breeze on Grand Traverse Bay and I’m in sailing heaven.