I admit, I watched in awe for years as wave runners raced across the back bay. To do it, has been on my bucket list for awhile.

So when you mention that to a 17 year old, things quickly escalated to a date and time. But as our big day approached, a little bit of apprehension creeped in…I mean, I’m not exactly a spring chicken. And when we set our partners up, me with Zachary. I gulped again. “Mommy can we go fast like daddy” Lucky for me, I turned to watch my mom boarding behind my dad…a little pale white with a OMG smile plastered on her face.

That’s when I sucked it up, and off we went. It was a slow go at first. I couldn’t keep the gas trigger level. But once I got that, we were off to the races at a comfortable 24 mph. Not quiet as fast as daddy and Cameron, 52 mph, zipping around.

So much fun! And we didn’t tip over. Hooray

As we exited our turn, the boy simply said we need to do this again, followed closely with “when I’m older I’ll drive and we’ll go much faster.” I feel the need for speed.