Not sure if I ever told this story before....
About 1989 at Nacimiento reservoir, my family had a little get together and my mom and dad came down with the Renegade that my dad built from a blank. This boat is virtually a clone to the boat I have now. Well anyway, they had just built it and the boat had only been wet a couple of times, but it ran hard...
My dad owned a machine shop at the time and he built the meanest big bock Chevy I had ever seen. The hull was basically one of the disposable drag hulls that my then boss turned us on to, it was originally supposed to be a vee bottom vee drive, but we built a jet with it.
So it was getting late in the afternoon and the water started to lay down pretty good, which if you have ever been to Nacimiento lake, you know this is rare. I had not had the chance to ski yet, so I asked my mom if she would pull me. So it was my dad as the spotter (he had had a few beers and didn't feel comfortable driving) and my mom driving and me, my sister and some family friends were watching from the beach area by the dam.
I am all ready to go, yell "hit it" and the next thing I remember was the rope getting tight and being blasted in the face and chest to the point that it felt like someone was wailing on me with a surfboard. I get up and go right as far as I can to get out of the spray and all I hear is the boat running wide friggen open (no GPS at the time, but the boat was capable of over 70 MPH) and my dad was frantically moving around trying do something, but my eyes hurt from the spray, I finally let go of the rope once I realized the throttle was stuck on the boat. Finally the boat idled down and came back to get me. My dad went to reach for the ski I was holding and looked at me and said "oh my God"....My face was as red as a ripe apple and my arms had already bruised from the roost.
In short, when my mom mashed the gas, the cable inadvertently went past the trunnion and got stuck in the "balls out" position, the Jet-O-Vater was in the slight up position, putting the roost just about face height and I ended up looking like I went 3 rounds with Sugar Ray Leonard....
It hurt like a bitch for three days...BTW, we fixed the cable and we don't roost people any more....
Fast forward to 1999....Shasta Lake, family reunion, my jet is there and it was like 120* in the shade......I had this bright idea to take the jet out and do a brodie to get the houseboat wet because you could not walk on the roof it was so damn hot....
I head out about 100 yards from the boat, Place Diverter up a bit and hammer the throttle and did a perfect circle...When I stopped, looked at the house boat, it blew every window out of the side of the boat......Needless to say, it was not very popular...That one cost a few thousand dollars.
Be careful with these weapons of mass destruction...

GT