When I was 16, buddy and I were out on the lake in a 16 foot fiberglass canoe.
The local spoiled little puke spit our canoe in half .
Hit it going wide open, he had a 16 ft runabout with a 90 horse motor.
The driver was looking behind, laughing at another canoe that he had swamped.
My buddy didn't surface for quite a while, when he did he was bleeding profusely.
The little puke driver got away scott-free. Important local family, and all .....
He killed my little sis's friend, on the lake, the very next year. Horseplay, once again.
Does that help?
