not really

The large, colorful sails dwarfed all the pleasure craft clustered on the edge of the race starting lane.
We watched from the top of a Wellington hill as the large, even majestic sailboats in the round-the-world Volvo Ocean Race left Wellington Sunday on their way to Brazil.
The course was kept clear until just after the start, when the mass of spectators in personal boats swarmed toward the racing sailboats. From our vantage point, it looked like a bunch of baby ducks desperately trying to keep up to a group of matriarchs (if baby ducks were generally drunk, hard-sided and propelled by motors).