Sniffing the wind, the hardened racing sailors eye their rivals. That the water is waist deep and the boats are toys does nothing to lower the intensity at this century-old sailing club in New York’s Central Park.
The Central Park Model Yacht Club (CPMYC) makes a big thing from miniature voyages.
Every Saturday for as long as anyone can remember, members have shown up at the Conservatory Water to pit their wits against each other in the baffling winds swirling through the park’s trees.
“This is a very pure form of sailing,” said Jon Elmaleh, a wiry 52-year-old, who with his chin stubble, mountaineer-style sunglasses and polo shirt, looked as if he might already be halfway across the Atlantic.
“You get to the core of sailing in a way you don’t on a big boat,” he said.
Central Park’s pond is popular with tourists who rent radio-controlled sailboats, one lever on the controls turning the rudder and another lever to manage the sail.
However, perhaps the most famous race of all is fictional.
In E.B. White’s classic children’s novel Stuart Little, a talented mouse at the wheel of the wooden schooner Wasp defeats the bullying “Lillian B. Womrath.”
In that tale, a huge crowd gathers around the pond, a policeman falls in, and the boats have to navigate fluky winds and an errant paper bag.
The last factor — the sometimes maddening challenges of a pond surrounded by tall trees and the skyscrapers of Manhattan — is something today’s toy sailors can appreciate.
“The wind’s hard. It goes around in circles. It goes straight down,” Elmaleh said, squinting at the sky. “You get to think of it as moving through space as a three dimensional object that’s turning all the time.”
The CPMYC has been around since 1916, and up until the 1970s, boasted about 120 members. Keen amateur model builders came up with designs that would go on to inspire naval architects working on America’s Cup and other big boat races.
Today there are just 25 members.
“It’s kind of dying,” Elmaleh said.
The more than 100 miniature yachts lined up in the red brick boathouse remain an evocative sight. Many are sleek racing machines with narrow hulls. Others are more tubby recreations of ocean sailing boats, complete with cabins, steering wheels and everything a tiny sailor, such as E.B. White’s mouse, would want.
Like any real yacht club, the CPMYC has a leader called the commodore, a vice commodore, a treasurer, a secretary and its own triangular pennant to be flown from the mast.
“Central Park is it. I call it Mecca,” CPMYC commodore John Tucker said. “The entire world sailing fraternity, when they come here to New York, they come to pay homage.”
Tucker, 79, said he had “dabbled” in big boats.
Elmaleh has crossed the Atlantic on a yacht, but insists that model racing is superior: “You can race your own boat without, you know, dockage fees and getting sandwiches for the crew.”
While Elmaleh blamed the ever rising trees and falling wind for the club’s decline, Pat Dworzan, 68, said young people no longer have the needed attention span.
Dworzan’s boat “Incognito” is an amazing piece of handcrafted wood, with every feature of a real boat reproduced, right down to the individual planks laid over ribs and perfectly tied knots in the thread-sized rigging.
“A kid today can’t do that. There’s too much distraction,” he said, rescuing “Incognito” from impending collision with one of the “pain in the ass” vessels rented by tourists.