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They named the company after the missile, not the general, and you can see why. In more than 20 years there hasn’t been a Pershing motoryacht that wasn’t fast, sleek, and powerful, and the 62 upholds this tradition. Sometimes, the marine equivalent of a tactical nuclear weapon is the best tool for the job.
It was on a late-September morning at around 1500 rpm that this analogy somehow seemed most appropriate. On flat-calm seas in the Gulf of Genoa off Italy, easing the throttles forward gingerly was having the desired effect. There had to be at least 2,500 hp left. Where was it?
Then the turbochargers woke up. There was little appreciable increase in sound levels, and the handling didn’t feel any different, but something was definitely happening. The water seemed to be going past a little faster, but it was so flat it was hard to be sure. Then a glance at the GPS told the rest of the story. Unable to keep up, the hapless electronic navigator seemed to be suffering from flashbacks—not to selective availability, but selective credibility. Its every update registered velocity increases that would have seemed wildly improbable if the log hadn’t been there to back them up. Our speed had nearly tripled in 20 seconds, and yet with my right hand still resting lightly on the throttle levers, I could see that the tachometer needles hadn’t yet reached the 2000 mark.
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