PEGGY’S Race
Though named after the swift and agile jackalope, our four-decade-old Sabre 34 is not a race boat. I’ve sailed on race boats, and I would observe that they seldom have full water and fuel tanks, packed lockers, a dodger, or a barbecue mounted on the stern rail when they cross the starting line.
Still, there we were, my wife, Sue, and I, in Nahant, Massachusetts, one Sunday last August aboard Jackalope, which these days lives on Narragansett Bay, 80 or so miles to the south of our hometown.
Like a lot of sailing adventures, this one could be attributed directly to a couple of cold beers, and a brilliant idea: “I’ll just sail our boat up for the weekend,” I’d told our good friend and longtime sailing pal…
