After her short ride on a jet ski at our netball party Angela decided she has to get a jet ski. Unfortunately for her that is not going to happen, but for her Xmas present I managed to hire one for half an hour.
So, after getting our lifejackets and a few instructions we were let loose, Ang in charge and me hanging on not knowing what to expect. It started off OK, nice and gentle keeping to the speed limit while we got away from the beach, but once we were clear then the fun began! All of a sudden we took off and I was almost left behind, then we came to a sudden stop and I had my face mashed into the back of Angela’s lifejacket. At this stage I couldn’t tell if she was having a good time or not as all I could hear was a strange mixture of screaming and laughing.
Well, she was having a ball and the faster the better. The only problem was that the faster we went the harder it got to see where we were going. I just held on with my eyes closed while we charged up and down the beach, jumping off some waves and crashing into others. We also quickly realised that she was not that worried about (or very good at) turning, so our ride became a series of high-speed blasts along the beach, usually with a sudden stop at the end, followed by a slow u-turn then the next blast along the beach.
It was great fun, but after half an hour we were both a bit sore from hanging on so tight and being bounced up and down. I think she wants to go again, but maybe next time I will get to drive?!
So, after getting our lifejackets and a few instructions we were let loose, Ang in charge and me hanging on not knowing what to expect. It started off OK, nice and gentle keeping to the speed limit while we got away from the beach, but once we were clear then the fun began! All of a sudden we took off and I was almost left behind, then we came to a sudden stop and I had my face mashed into the back of Angela’s lifejacket. At this stage I couldn’t tell if she was having a good time or not as all I could hear was a strange mixture of screaming and laughing.
Well, she was having a ball and the faster the better. The only problem was that the faster we went the harder it got to see where we were going. I just held on with my eyes closed while we charged up and down the beach, jumping off some waves and crashing into others. We also quickly realised that she was not that worried about (or very good at) turning, so our ride became a series of high-speed blasts along the beach, usually with a sudden stop at the end, followed by a slow u-turn then the next blast along the beach.
It was great fun, but after half an hour we were both a bit sore from hanging on so tight and being bounced up and down. I think she wants to go again, but maybe next time I will get to drive?!
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