A powerboat story of a different type.
Back in the early 70s when my Father left the Navy, he was the engineer aboard the "flying saucer" a converted Elco PT boat that could seat 90 people for the ride of their life.
She was docked at "chris' restaurant" and did daily trips out of the Great Egg Harbor Inlet, down the coast of Ocean City NJ, and back. Would take about 90 minutes when you consider she to idle out into the ocean by Coast Guard Rules and idle back in.
The Saucer had always been "bothered" by smaller powerboats. The Donzis and Cigarettes were just becoming popular and they used to love to get as close as they could to the big old PT boat. Chris had just cracked the three throttles forward and the Nose was rising as she began to put on speed for another simple run down the beach when A cigarette cut in front of her forcing Chris to pull back and drop the Saucer back to idle.
Pissed off, he jammed all three throttles to the deck, the Saucer's stern dropped like a rock, wiggling and churning up sand off of the bottom before the boat literally jumped out of the water and onto a plane.
The trip took 50 minutes that day as Chris never let up on the throttles until he reached the bridge again... sadly. that was the last commercial Trip for the saucer as the old girl split her inner hull from the outer.
I was there when I happened, but I was so young I do not remember it. My favourite place was on the last row of seats by the stern. Mom told me that we got completely soaked that run and I loved every minute of it.