Alex Bryan spends his winters in Middlebury, his summers on Martha's Vineyard, playing golf whenever he can—"except at night." To Bryan, the phenomenon of the Sunfish still seems a little unreal, as if it had happened to someone else. "Bud and I never had any real goals in business when we started," he says. "We just wanted to be on our own. We were just looking for something to do, something fun. I always thought it was too bad we had to go into fiber glass. Everything changed then. It changed from the nice smells of sawdust and shavings and wood to something really stinky and smelly around the shop. Sure, the fiber glass took us to where we got to be a big operation, big and rich. But, somehow, it also took the fun out of it. I really missed the fun when it was gone."
Of course, the fun wasn't ever really gone—at least not for the satisfied owners of 200,000 Sunfish.