One fine day on a Northsea beach in Belgium, at low tide...Someone took me out on a landyacht...The acceleration was thrilling, I had sand and salt water all over me, in my ears, my nose, my eyes, my hair...It was the messiest sport you could imagine, while at the same time super spectacular. I was sold. We had a little club and I think the social community around that club was key for me (as a 14 year old) to stick around.
The transition to cats happened when I moved to NY City and we found an old P19 in a marina /latin dance club up in Harlem, right by the George Washington Bridge...