In keeping with the Nautical theme.......I used to own a 21ft trailer sailer. Me and a mate of mine deicided one queens birthday weekend that we were gonna go for a sail in a small bay called parua bay. We didn't get out there till about 4pm, and it was blowing around 60 knots, but, undisturbed by the wind we got out there and had a lot of fun for around an hr, just hooning up and down the bay, huge grins on our faces. *in 60 knots you can imagien the speeds we were doing, well, at least Val will anyway, trust me, down wind it was like we had a rocket attatched to the back of the boat* at one stage we went to tack around to go back up wind and with a *crack* and a *thump* the goose neck that holds the bottom of the main sail to the mast exploded and shattered, falling away leaving the boom loose, which is in turn attatched to the sail, so we had this massive peice of alluminium flapping around. We managed to pull the main-sail down and poke it into the cabin, but then, with only the head-sail, we found it imposible to tack around, it would get so far but then the wind blowing against the side of the hull would blow us back again, by this stage the end of the bay was getting quite close, and it was full of sharp unfriendly looking rocks. we decided*rather belatedly*, to pull the head-sail, crank the motor up and go home. As I pulled the cord on the motor there was another of those *crack* noises which we chose to pretend we didn't hear*by this stage we were getting worriied about those rocks, After the 3rd or 4th pull of the cord, the motor started, I wacked it into gear and .........................nothing.................I reved it and reved it but the boat had no intention of moving. And suddenly I realised what that second *crack* sound was, the motor had broken it's share-pin, I could rev it all night but we wern't going anywhere, except of course, towards those rocks I mentioned earlier. To cut a long story short, I ended up having to jump into the water and guide the boat through the maze or rocks and finally beach us. I then clambered up the hill and knocked on the first house door I came too. Luckily the guy was helpful and gathered up some tools and a nail and come down and replaced the share-pin for us. It was 8pm by the time we got back to the dock and put the boat back on the trailer. And the funny thing was, a few days latter when I went back to clean the boat up, I found about 3 spare share-pins under the engine cowling. Funnily enough, I've never really done much sailing since then, I sold the boat a year or so ago, and it financed my trip to the states.