At the bar later that night, the mono guys kept bugging me about our crazy tacking angles, when I had to remind him who got there first. Then it became about how many hotties he had on board to choose from.
I got in a discussion about leaners vs. cats with the owner of a 40 footer. His final augument was, "When I'm finished with racing for the day I go below for a nice cup of cocoa."
I replied, "I cruise along the beach and find a nice bar to pull into." He still wasn't impressed. I asked him, "When's the last time you took your boat to Tahoe?" That stopped him cold.
