The way the postcards picture it, the Atlantic Ocean off Miami is a land lubber's delight where only the antics of frolicking porpoises disturb the serenity of the Gulf Stream. But there are days, and plenty of them, when the east wind rises and turns the 160-mile stretch between Miami and Nassau into one of the meanest, choppiest patches of water anywhere. Then small-craft warnings go up, and cautious skippers stick to sailing olives in a cozy yacht-club bar.
Not Richard H. Bertram. At 48, Florida's Dick Bertram is the Enzo Ferrari...
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