It was in judgment, however, that Buchan shone. In last year's Mallory finals he had finished a distant fourth, sailing fast and sometimes well but often recklessly. This year he had as much nerve but when he went off on a long tack it was based on good judgment, not wishful thinking. When behind, he was content to whittle away at the boats ahead rather than gamble.
Inevitably, part of the credit for Buchan's triumph must go to his father, an amateur boat builder and designer with as large and tough a pair of hands as ever handled a spinnaker. Buchan Sr.'s spinnaker was drawing almost as soon as the windward mark was passed and was never doused until the bow reached the leeward one.
"It takes a crew of five carrying it to the mark," said Bill Sr. after the race, but anyone who had watched knew better. It took three.