Nestled among the super yachts berthed ostentatiously along Manhattan's North Cove—a well-to-do enclave near New York's world trade center—the 1964 Hinckley Pilot 35 Tara seems to know she’s the prettiest girl at the ball. But she doesn’t boast. Her dainty transom and her subtle sheerline aren’t proud or showy. There’s nothing loud about her wood cockpit trim or the way her coach roof blends delicately into her topsides. Tara demonstrates a confident grace at the dock that turns heads on the water. And when the music starts, this girl can dance.
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