Spray whipping out behind us, hair flying in the wind, I was glad my 12-year-old daughter could drive. I had frozen at my jet-ski controls and given up, feeling out of control of this counter-intuitive machine that rides better the faster you go.
I hit the wake of the ski in front, being ridden by my husband and son, and the bumping made me want to slow down, but jet skis aren't made for slow. They feel loose and wobbly (even though our excellent instructor Jamie assured us our models couldn't flip).
Speed up, Jamie told us. The machine will skim across the bumps.
I was worried about Laura on the back, so my husband Grant took her to let me practise.
The next thing I see is Laura flying off the back and into the Maroochy River, but she comes up smiling and climbs straight back on.