Good form from the Iowa dealer; what was his name?

I can't hang with that story. My worst grief story was getting caught (somewhat purposely) in a thunderstorm squal in Louisiana. I was sailing an Apollo 16 singlehanded through stumps in the water kind of trying to dodge them and couldn't pick my line. I ended up capsizing and the mast got caught in the mud. When my wife came out to rescue me on a jetski, the mast broke off at the spreaders as I tried to right it. I was able to get a brand new mast from a (at the time) local dealer in Austin for a really good deal. So it all worked out. It made for a really crappy weekend though. I forget the name of the shop, but it was the only one around for hundreds of miles.
I have to say... this was the beginning of the end of monohull sailing for me. It wasn't long until I experienced the stability of catamarans and sold the Apollo to buy a Nacra. Best decision I could have made.

-Rob V.
Panama City
Nacra 5.2