For those who don't know, my husband had a mid-life crisis and bought a 49'er skiff a few years ago. These things are extremely fast and very unstable - if you are optimistic enough to tie one up to a pier and walk away, it WILL have turned turtle when you get back. They take a lot of skill and cat-like reflexes to sail; the question isn't if the boat overturns on you, it's how often (6 times or less per hour = you're a pro!) After BB2K got knocked cross-eyed by the boom a couple of times, she decided she really didn't like sailing very much. DS lasted longer, but even he finally got tired of having to do split-second calculations about which way to jump to avoid either landing on the sail or getting trapped under it. As for me, well, I get motion-sick in a swing, calling what I do in water "swimming" is outrageous flattery, and though my reflexes may still be cat-like, the body is rather more caterpillar-like in movement. I told Critter there was no way I was ever setting foot on it. The boat was designed to have at least 300 pounds of crew to act as "ballast," so it's pretty much impossible for even an excellent sailor to sail one alone. After the boat sat here unused for about a year, Critter sold it, and we all breathed a sigh of relief (when telling me about the buyer, Critter said wistfully, "his wife sails with him . . ." I developed a sudden case of deafness - not going there! When the couple came to pick up the boat, as expected, they were only a little bit older than our son.) Critter still has his Force 5, and as he has flipped it a few times and broken various bits of it, he seems content enough without a boat that tries to kill him every few minutes.
- POOF Goes the Pooka