I don't sail as much as I'd like to sail, but I've worked out this accommodation: every Wednesday after work is my "boat time." I've been doing this since I joined the Baltimore Downtown Sailing Center, and their "open sails" (just show up and get on a boat and sail until dusk) were on Wednesdays. Now that I have my own boat and don't do the open sails any more, that's still my "official" time. My nephew usually comes with me and we take her out until dusk and bring her back in under lights.
I also try to get at least two outings a month on weekends with whatever family I can get to come with me. My oldest was joking with me that "there's always some kind of disaster when we go out," to which I responded, "Yeah, but we've always got back in, haven't we?"
I'm guessing he's talking about the time I changed the impeller in the Atomic 4 and ran into the rare problem of a new impeller in an old pump not performing as well, so that when we were running at low speed while taking the sails down to motor into another creek, the engine starting running hot, and not realizing that merely running at full rpm would have put enough water through the system to cool the engine, I shut it off. Then while re-raising the sails the genny caught on something and tore badly, while a batten in the main managed to break in half and then come out of its sleeve and catch on one of the shrouds so that we nearly tore the main as well. (Managed to prevent that.) So, being afraid that the engine would burn up if we tried to use it we sailed back into Rock Creek without power and they didn't even appreciate my mad skilz that let us sail the ol' girl right into the slip without needing the engine.
Of course, he might also have been talking about the time he and I were sailing, and his noodle-arms didn't have the strength to pull in the main for a gibe in 15 kt winds, and while I was boggling at this fact the wind shifted and we crash-gibed and tore the boom right off the traveler, so that we had to come up and drop the main so that I could lash it down, and we sailed home under jib alone -- which impressed him as to how much speed we could make under just the jib. The A4 was working just fine by that time, and we motored into the slip just fine -- however, the wind blew us back out of the slip before I could get a line on her, and a momentary lapse of reason on my part left me on the dock watching my son on the boat get blown into the boats on the next slip, and my shouted instructions to him about how to get the boat in gear and drive her back in resulted in him stalling the engine out, so that I had to sprint down my dock and up the other so that I could climb across the boats on that side and fend him off, then jump back on board and fire up the engine and drive her back over to the slip and get her tied up.
Then again, maybe he's referring to the time when my middle son and I were coming back from the Inner Harbor, where I showed him the Francis Scott Key buoy, and as we were motorsailing at about 7 kts we started bumping on the bottom near the south shore of the Patapsco River, seconds before running plumb onto a mudbank at full speed, which nearly threw us both into the cabin from the cockpit, and stalled the engine as well. I think that was due to us falling into the shifter. Anyway, we fired it right back up, backed off the bar and motored back to the slip with no further problem.
I mean, really. Stuff like this happens all the time, right? Listening to them you'd think there was something risky about going out with the old man.