On a bright Wednesday morning in Miami, while the subtropical city was still stretching its arms, I was dashing across the docks of the Venetian Marina, racing the clock to get to the global debut of the Aquila 42. I hadn’t intended to rush, but my colleague Jeff Moser (being the high-maintenance New Yorker that he is) demanded that we get coffee beforehand.
“I’m not a coffee drinker,” I
