As a dinghy sailor whose sharpie has no motor (so what if I ghost home after dark?), I couldn't believe the amount of motoring that took place the first time I went cruising with friends. That was my first forray into the Sea of Cortez, a wonderful place to sail, but that skipper wasn't about to take more than four hours to reach any anchorage, by gum, and if that meant motoring instead, well, that's what he was going to do. I was crushed, but decided it was only that particular skipper--and the snorkeling and fishing were worth cruising on a motorboat with a stick.
Forward a couple of years, and I went on an inland cruise with friends in my old territory. Again, great sailing venue. BUT, they were going to get to that anchorage early and in time for a beer (3 PM and beer? ugh)--or else. We went that way for several days--at least I could enjoy the scenery. Then, on the way back, the wind was perfect. "We can't sail close enough to make that channel marker, so we'll just motor all the way." I begged, was given the helm, and had a glorious time trying to make the mark. The boat was a gorgeous Hans Christian, which sailed beautifully but not close to the wind. It was a challenge. Fine, at the last we had to motor sail, but if they hadn't let me play, it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun--and I loved the challenge.
Big sailboats sometimes need help (unless your last name is Pardey), but I like the challenge of seeing how well I can make the mark under sail...and if it takes a few more tacks, well, unless there's a storm brewing, who cares?