Hahaha! That's doing it right!
Well, I liked it. Still, he left his car and trailer blocking the boat ramp. I just liked the mastery of the wind, the timing, the sandbag falling and off. I grew up sailing in Kansas on an FJ which is 13 feet of meanness and spite and took what felt like hours to launch as one stepped the mast, rigged it, rigged the sails, shipped the rudder and tiller and rove the main and jib sheets. Sheeeesh. I needed a beer and I was only 12.