Do you remember the international 14 skiff scene from Wind?  This has nothing to do with the whomper.

It was a rainy day and I was either 9 or 10 the first time a sailing instructor at Ram Island Yacht Club cued it up on VHS.  That was the first time I ever saw sailboats planing and defying every budding optimist sailor's assumed laws of speed and physics.  We were all blown away by that one scene.  Hell, we may have well been watching Star Wars for the first time.

Because no one one sailed skiffs where we lived on the East Coast.

In Noank there were no fleets.  29ers were too expensive.  Growing up in Fisher’s Island Sound, the idea of racing anything other than an optimist, a Bluejay or a 420 was unthinkable.  I even remember when a local dealer brought a brand new 29er to demo at a Thursday night picnic.  What I remember was that we weren’t allowed to touch. Only look. The world of skiff sailing existed solely in Wind. 

Then I went to San Francisco for the Red Bull Youth America's Cup where the USA1 team -The Force- convinced me to stick around for something other than the AC Finals.

23 Australian 18ft Skiffs racing for the Mark Foy Trophy.