Marlow Voyager 100
sat at the Snead Island, Florida facility, sipped coffee and looked out over the neat-as-a-pin marina, its spring-fed harbor and beyond that, Terra Ceia Bay. The pleasant sounds of birdsong and rustling palms was the only audible sound. Then I heard another favorite melody—the unmistakable note of a screaming, air-cooled engine matched to a manual transmission. I
