The "SPAM"

The curmudgeon's little 16-foot fiberglass sailboat was a real racer. It took all my energy to corral the sails and steer at the same time.  There were foot straps so you could lean across the deck to balance the boat (see keel boats as an entirely different species).

At the reservoir where I kept it, they actually had a club of them.  They were always trying to engage me in exercises of flipping over and managing to right the boats.  You know, standing on the centerboard and bringing the thing back upright.

My principle was, never get into that situation, and my long training in sailing saved me from ever having to do that.

I think I sold it in the nick of time.