Yesterday [written in August] I crewed on a 55-foot Swan. Glen, the skipper, is a supremely experienced racer with two world championships in Solings on the resumé. His daughter and son, both with extensive racing experience, were along, too.
The race was about as casual as it gets, with a bunch of family and friends along for a day (plus one old fart), and was a lot more about companionship on the water than winning, but we did set the asymmetric spinnaker—a huge sail on this boat with an 80-foot mast— twice and gybe it once, and without help from a sock or top-down furler.
All went smoothly with absolutely zero drama, albeit in fairly light air, and I learned a bunch of stuff: