lovezoo
Well-Known Member
The tale of the hooligan with an expensive rib, reminded me of the time in the UK when I was doing a bit of kneeboarding in the bay, in the area reserved for waterskiiing.
At the same time the local sailing school were out in their crappy old yacht, with the instructor (a former mental patient) and two unwitting victims (sorry students). They were sailing back and for, across the end of the waterski area.
At one point I was sitting in the boat, with the engine off and my teenage nephew swimming back to the boat to come back on board and the hooligan raggie RYA approved instructor (no less) decided to use us a convenient mark to come round, with his students at the helm, narrowly avoiding my nephew.
I was not impressed and let the stupid old git (and the spectators on the promenade) know what I thought of him and his teaching skills.
Just goes to show it isn't the type of boat that dictates who the trouble makers are...
At the same time the local sailing school were out in their crappy old yacht, with the instructor (a former mental patient) and two unwitting victims (sorry students). They were sailing back and for, across the end of the waterski area.
At one point I was sitting in the boat, with the engine off and my teenage nephew swimming back to the boat to come back on board and the hooligan raggie RYA approved instructor (no less) decided to use us a convenient mark to come round, with his students at the helm, narrowly avoiding my nephew.
I was not impressed and let the stupid old git (and the spectators on the promenade) know what I thought of him and his teaching skills.
Just goes to show it isn't the type of boat that dictates who the trouble makers are...