Easter weekend.<br /><br />Perfect day for boating and fishing.<br /><br />Boat trailer seems to be banging a bit as we're motoring along. Can't work it out. Penny drops. I don't remember locking down the hitch. Only travelled about 5 miles at 50 to 60 mph before I worked that out. At least the chain was on. Can't explain it. I always double check hitch, chain, and trailer lights before setting off. Went over some bumpy but made roads. At least now I know there's useful weight on the trailer ball.<br /><br />Later that day I'm pulling in to the beach at the crowded ramp, with a line of cars waiting to launch and retrieve right along the beachfront in front of me as well as the boats either side that I am skilfully going to pull into the middle of. As I'm coming in my 14 y.o. son says something about something to do with what's coming up and I say "I know what I'm doing" as I step over the windscreen onto the foredeck. I think how often I have said at other times that disasters are usually preceded by statements like "I know what I'm doing.". About three seconds later I step forward on the foredeck; catch my sandal on a deck fitting; and fall flat on the foredeck. I hear a few people nearby gasp and make concerned comments. My son stops laughing long enough to ask me if I'm alright. I get up immediately and carry on like this is the way I usually beach the boat, while carefully ignoring everybody around me. I also conceal the ricked neck I've just given myself and few other minor injuries. My son is killing himself laughing. He's told everybody he can find since.
