For a few years a while back, I rowed surf boats. I have never been as fit as I was then. 250 kilograms of boat, with four rowers and a sweep (the guy at the back steering) piloting the boat through the unpredictable surf with their speedos wedged up their arse never knowing if you are going to make it back to the beach intact. SO much fun. The explanation of the wedgie thing is here.
Ah Summer at the beach wouldn’t be summer without a surf carnival and the surf boats. Ah they look great when riding the waves into shore. But I found myself, with many others, going OUCH when a local surf boat over turned on the weekend and boat members came a cropper and went flying into the surf, amazingly dodging lose oars.