Such racy visions of the future are clouded by the indications of discontent. When a gung-ho gent like Knocky House sees the "fun" falling off, something is amiss. Some drivers believe there are too many races on the championship schedule. "They're too close together," says one. "We don't get time to heal between races."
Which underlines the fact that drivers of the latest boats—superior as they are to the spring-a-leak hulls that came before—seem to be getting hurt more often than their predecessors. Aronow raced to Nassau aching from an old arm injury that had not had time to mend, and rare is the modern driver who has not suffered damage to his limbs or ribs or spine.
Sherman (Red) Crise, the rough-tough promoter of the Miami-Nassau race, has lost a decibel or two of his normal thunderous optimism. Indeed, the race came close to being canceled during meetings between Crise and the Bahamian government. "I've got this little fishing camp," says Crise, who claims he is tired, "and I'd like to spend more time up there. Instead of talking to the people over there as I might have done in years past, this year, when they finally came to me, I just sat and listened." Strange talk from one who made his reputation by listening to no man, afloat or ashore; he once ran the Nassau auto races with the same sort of benevolent brutality he applies to the powerboat scene. However, Crise did sign a three-year contract with the Bahamas, assuring the Miami-Nassau's continuation for at least a little while longer. Now all he has to do is find someone to give Don Aronow a race.