Sitting at Royal Bermuda YC in 1984. Boomerang comes blasting up Hamilton Harbor, huge spinnaker up, 20 or so crew sitting on the rail in their sharp matching uniforms. I looked away for only a few seconds, then looked back, and there's Boomerang heading the other way, Genoa up, no spinnaker visible on deck, hatch closed, lines clear, pole properly stowed, and 20 or so crew sitting on the rail in their sharp matching uniforms. Color me impressed.Interesting memories racing IOR Maxis in the 80s. The reach-to-reach gybe on the more-or-less Olympic course. Lots of planning and prep, then 30 guys on the Maxi (and a couple of gals) working hopefully in harmony to pull off the most evil evolution in sailing.
When it went wrong, it went royally wrong. But we survived, and the more of those we did, the better sailors we became. This of course culminated in the 12 metres and in the IACC. Gybing a 12 in Freo in 87 was no joke.