f f u t S WE t n a W Hot fnds at the super cool Miami Boat Show.
GEARHEADS : BY GHM STAFF
I’ve been an adrenaline junkie my whole life. I’ve scuba dived with hammerhead sharks, I’ve done backfips from 60-foot-high cliffs, I’ve climbed 14,000-foot mountains and I’ve even texted while driving a moped, although that was at a red light. Yet, the sensory overload delivered by the Miami Boat Show still blows my mind. The breadth of products for water nuts like me is more diverse than the randos in a Star Wars bar scene. From waterproof tape for repairing leaky hoses, to one-step waxes for chalky gelcoat, to 500-plus horsepower outboard engines to $50 million yachts, there is no turn left unstoned, as they now say in Colorado. I survived fve days in South Beach (basically a real life Star Wars bar) climbing on boats, chatting it up with fshing folks, and trying to limit my intake of Cuban pork. I failed miserably on that last part. Nonetheless, I was able to shovel through the thousands upon thousands of weird and wonderful offerings and identify some of the baddest products to hit the market since the water-powered jet pack, which, by the
Above: The show floor of the 2014 Miami Boat Show.
way, I tested out last year.
