Free of the extra weight, the Watersport picks up like the engine’s turbocharged. The speedo bar creeps up to just below eighty klicks, and the impact as the little craft skips over small waves is almost enough to knock my teeth loose. The exhilaration’s back, but it’s coupled with real fear. A Watersport’s like a bike in some ways, but water isn’t like a nice smooth highway. Waves and boat-wakes are real dangers, and if you hit them just the right—or wrong—way, they can send you cartwheeling across the surface.