Snagging fish on the windrider. not my line... not my fish,

Nice catch Ziggy!
By the way, watching your videos for the last year prompted me not only to purchase a WR, I'm in the process of making many of your upgrades to it! Yesterday I added a solar powered 86lb thrust electric motor on it and wired it to two Lion Energy 1300 LiFePo4 batteries. I was in the process of stratagizing the placement of a 350W solar panel I got to charge the 24v system and even had a Victron charge controller in the shopping cart when I came across this gem last night:

And I haven't even had it in the water yet! Fact is, I've only logged 6 minutes of sailing (in a row) off the beach in Mazatalan in '87. Having only seen Hobies on TV (since I live in the desert), and seeing them all lined up on the beach for rent I figured "Sweet! How hard could be? And what a great place to learn to sail!"

$25 later and a nod from the rental guy it was me and Bob (my hang gliding buddy) pushing the thoroughly UV'd old cat out into the surf.

Yeah, "surf".

That should have been my first clue. Actually, in retrospect, not seeing ANY Hobies out on the sea SHOULD have been my first clue.
Undaunted and full of confidence Bob and pushed the well used cat out into the sea. It's here I should mention it was blowing about 20 knots+ with gusts no doubt but there we were, by God we were gonna learn how to sail.
I told Bob to get on the high side as the wind caught the main and I had the tiller in hand.

Instantly, like a rocket, the Hobie started gaining speed and we were just whoopin' it up..."See? I told you this was going to be easy!

My pride, confidence in my abilities and effort to look "cool" to the women on the beach quickly took a turn for the worst when the Hobie literally launched off of one wave, made a long beautiful arch terminating at a downward angle about 30 degrees and half way into the rising wave just behind the one we launched off of.

As I saw the deep blue sea coming up to meet me I realized I was not only weightless but now flying after being launched from the tramp. I looked over and Bob was at the same altitude and same heading but on the other side of the main.
As the Hobie pitchpoled into the wave the sail went flat against the surface and my landing pad was a very rotten red and blue polyester platform that I hit head first.

Imagine my surprise to not bounce off by somehow wound up under the boat looking up a Bob treading water. The sail was so old I went right through it making a sizable hole midway up.

We clung to the capsized vessel about 100' yards off shore until help arrived and pulled two wanna be sailors out of the Pacific.

That't my 6 minutes of sailing!!!