steveburton
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There I was trying to finish a club race just off Gilkicker Point, the wind had almost gone and the tide was building against us. It was getting dark and from the direction of Cowes came the unmistakeable sound of - you've guessed it - two jetskis at full chat, making for Portsmouth Harbour. Now I have always thought that they were the most useless thingss known to man akin to the chocolate fireguard. Then one of them came deliberately off his line and passed us about 4 or 5 feet away at the point of an arc that ensured that we were literally soaked. My language was blue as they disappeared into the gloom but it was entirely inadequate for the rage that I felt. It has however confirmed my view of the people who ride these things. They are obviously so bored with going nowhere fast that they have to have their little jest. Can someone explain what they are for?