In my other accounts of the story, I did mention the fact that I nosedived into the next wave, so I was pretty much luanching off one wave and submarining into the next. I wasn't being reckless I don't think. I wanted to test my skills in an environment where I knew that if I got into trouble, help was never more than earshot away (HEAVY motorboat traffic, and coast guard presence). I was worried about my wings on my 17, but moreso, I was worried about the mast and rigging pulling out when I'd decellerate quickly after landing :P

I got to many compliments on its looks over the weekend to go ahead and just kill it