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I thought we were flying.

The bottom of the boat was firmly and properly in contact with the sea, but as I swung the wheel a notch to starboard, she banked a couple of degrees and soared through the turn. We were going fast-just about 30 knots-but not fast enough to fly.

I first saw her on a beautiful April day in 1992. I was walking along the dock on Seattle's Lake Union, and there she was. Her stern faced me, and I could not help but notice her fine lines. She was beamy and looked like she knew how to handle herself. She was also beautiful and classy, a real lady. I was instantly hooked and could not resist her comehither invitation. So I stepped aboard Incredible for the first time.