Words by: Duncan Quinn
As with most sane human beings inhabiting the rabbit wheel of developed first world countries
(and perhaps everyone, for that matter) I have often striven to escape the daily grind. Some might say I have succeeded. But as with everything, the grass is always greener.
Or the ocean bluer.
So I regularly ponder the lives of many a salty seadog I have come across in my travels. Plying their trade by racing the ocean blue. All over the world. In some of its most beautiful locations. All powered by the wind of the gods. A little old school engineering. And some serious skill.
|So what do you need to look the part at the Voiles or Bucket races? Well, a yacht, a schedule, a team, and of course some team kit…
Here’s what to wear: