Sit down. Get your honey to bring you a six pack and tray of sandwiches. You're gonna be here a while.

Personally? Sheer joy and simplicity! The speed is probably third or fourth down the line. Flying a hull in steady breeze, for a long distance (a mile or more), must be like soaring.

My absolute, all time favorite memory, is sailing a H-16 at sunset in two feet of water, making MAYBE one knot, and watching a whole school of Redfish slip between the hulls. They didn't pay me the least attention. I could have reached down and touched them.