Last summer I was filming people fly the hull over my head and thought it was so cool I had to do it. I knew in the back of my mind this was the PERFECT opportunity for something to go wrong.

I gave the camera to someone else and jumped on my cat. I sailed past the camera with barley enough wind to get the hull up. As I turned around for another pass... I hooked up to the trap wire hoping for a puff. I did not go out on the wire, but was ready.

I passed the camera without wind to fly and then a puff hit me and lifted the hull. As I pushed the tiller away from me to head up.... the extended tiller simply collapsed. Then as a desperate move to avoid capsizing, I pushed off with my feet to go out on the hull, my foot slipped down the trampoline and whoosh, over I went.

Well I was still hooked to the wire, hanging momentary until it unclipped. Somehow I fell onto the lower shroud wire…yup you guessed it… between the legs! SOMEHOW…. It only hurt a little. It is true I had a few drinks in me but it was really only my pride that was hurt. I had just capsized in front of a few dozen people on the island, and worst of all it was caught on film!!!

And now for your viewing pleasure… (I have no shame) - YouTube Video