Wretched Excess, Nautical Style
Just cresting our home hill on our way back from Grass Valley, I looked out to the bay and spied, 'way off in the distance, a strange looking, almost submarine-shaped white boat anchored off Sausalito. What in the world is that?
Our little spyglass does a pretty good job of bringing far things in, so when I got home, I managed to find the off-center "A" on her transom. A quick Google search, and there she was, the mega-yacht of some Russkie billionaire and his supermodel wife, both of whose names begin with the letter A.
We couldn't resist a closer look. On our way home from the city the next day, after seeing the marvelous Impressionists show at the deYoung for the second time, we drove down through Sausalito, stopping at an overlook to join all the other gawkers who were lined up taking pictures and exclaiming to each other, instant comrades united in our gaping.
I took this photo when a sailboat chugged past the A. The sailboat was probably about 35 or 40 feet long, and she was dwarfed by this escapee from a James Bond flick. I could just imagine Sean Connery using the open swim platform (the dark spot near the stern) to make another attempt at killing Blofeld, accompanied by some bosomy starlet. This boat is even larger than the much-photographed Maltese Falcon that sailed into the bay a couple of years ago.
I can't say I admire her lines but, hey, she's unique! And fun for us gawkers.
Our little spyglass does a pretty good job of bringing far things in, so when I got home, I managed to find the off-center "A" on her transom. A quick Google search, and there she was, the mega-yacht of some Russkie billionaire and his supermodel wife, both of whose names begin with the letter A.
We couldn't resist a closer look. On our way home from the city the next day, after seeing the marvelous Impressionists show at the deYoung for the second time, we drove down through Sausalito, stopping at an overlook to join all the other gawkers who were lined up taking pictures and exclaiming to each other, instant comrades united in our gaping.
I took this photo when a sailboat chugged past the A. The sailboat was probably about 35 or 40 feet long, and she was dwarfed by this escapee from a James Bond flick. I could just imagine Sean Connery using the open swim platform (the dark spot near the stern) to make another attempt at killing Blofeld, accompanied by some bosomy starlet. This boat is even larger than the much-photographed Maltese Falcon that sailed into the bay a couple of years ago.
I can't say I admire her lines but, hey, she's unique! And fun for us gawkers.
Labels: mega-yacht
10 Comments:
I thought the rich were keeping a low profile these days....er maybe not.
"Comrades"! Hilarious.
Think the boat driver is Dr. Nyet?
Greg, not this guy - his motto seems to be "If you've got it, flaunt it."
It's my motto, too, I just have less to flaunt.
Cookiecrumb, either him or Drax, I suspect. Some really, really bad guy, in any case.
Unlike this uber-rich louts, what you do have to "flaunt" is classy.
Nancy, well, that's some consolation for being one of the have-nots. :-)
I have to tell you that I have photos of that same vessel sent to me by a friend who lives in Malibu --- taken from a deck so close they could see (almost) everything. I told her later about the obscene hype of the CHRON story about its arrival here, but I had no idea you and Buzz had such a personal upclose view, as well.
Kudzu, we stopped to take this photo - from our house, she would have been a white dash on the horizon!
Mr Brown would call that a stink boat!
Ms Mouse, they do, too - nasty diesel engines.
Since I work in Sausalito my eyes have been bugging nearly every day. My memory must be getting short too as it seems such a shock every time I see it.
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