The Precise Point
Where the America's Cup really, truly began for me...and the lifelong impact it had.
In 1986, I was just 14 years old and this thing called the America’s Cup was in my life not as a kind of passing interest but as a guttural passion way beyond the logical point of obsession. I was too young to take in ‘83 but after reading ‘Born to Win’ it, and specifically John Bertrand, totally captured my young mind to the point where years later, many years, it still enthrals and delights me, sending shivers down my spine at the sheer thought of it. Get onsite, be that in Barcelona, Auckland, Naples, San Diego, San Francisco, wherever, and the magnificent sight of the pinnacle of our sport just captures like nothing else.
