More accustomed to the thrill of being dragged at high speeds behind powerboats, Carrie has adapted well to the true exhiliration of sailing. During our dating years, I introduced her to sailing on our O'Day 18, which she managed to appreciate despite the "tippiness". Now, far more secure with Ariel's hefty displacement and solid feel, Carrie is no longer concerned by heeling and enjoys getting out on the water. Like my mom, she's more of a fairweather sailor, but she is learning the ropes and agreeable to longer trips. She continues to tolerate my obsession with the boat and feigns interest in the latest story about the most recent project or addition.