Father Frank...
I remember in 1985 my father and I were coming in the Jupter inlet on our (really his) 23 cc(we used to live on the Loxahatchee River when it was nice)...I was 13 at the time and he let me have the wheel...what a mistake that was...We were coming into the inlet from the south trying to aviod the sandbar that used to be directly due east outside of the inlet (if memory serves me correctly)..We were broadsided by a small wave probably just a 6-8 footer (in my mind back then it looked more like 10-12 feet)but it thew me to the floor and against the port side and the only thing that saved us was my fathers ability to hold onto the birdsall leaning post wrap around handles and somehow swing himself around and towards the steering wheel and throttles to gain control...That was quite a moving experience in more ways than one...thought for sure we were going to be rolled over!!!!after telling my mother about the incident (with a little exaggeration stuffed into the story)...my father was forced
to buy a 38 Bertram the next month!!