Yep, y'all colonials a tough bunch.
Years ago, Tilley (SA) brought another SA guy out for a spin on Tilley's H16. Blowin' stink it was, and they were goin' stink too. As is common on the H16, the bows dug in. The SA'er gets launched satellite style, reaches the limit of the trapeze line, and comes back in, spreadeagled toward the mast and fwd crossbeam. Just at the last moment, the fella draws himself into a ball, and whacks the Hell out his shins on the crossbar.
Arriving at the beach, the SA fella is just bloody shinned, it looks awful. We all exclaim, "G.Zeus!" offering the usual commiserate remarks...
...the fella answers....
"Ja, it was almost my NADS!"
