Recreation (?).

The idea is to buy a couple of these tubes especially designed for tying behind a speedboat with a long rope, convince suckers your family how much *fun* it is to be whipped back and forth at high speed across the boat's wake while hanging on with the last vestiges of their strength, and then sit back and cackle. There's an extensive vetting process with which the group decides who qualifies as the most sadistic pilot/tube-whipper. Somehow my sweet little sister always wins.

This is Patty's "Who, me? No, No. It's safe. I'll be gentle" face. Don't believe her.

My cousin Dennis, who appears to have a touch of Patty's mischievous streak. Looks like he's trying to talk his five-year-old grandson Kenny into tubing.

For Tom and Dennis, the calm before the storm:

The storm. Remove all your valuables. Tie your swimsuit very, very tight*. Give the handles a death grip. Smile.

*This may be TMI: Dennis does not have an all-over tan.