I undertand not to tempt the gods with proclamations of invincibility. While out with an uninitiated crew I was having fun flying a hull in 16-18 mph winds. After coming down he remarked how close we came to capsizing, to which I contemptuously responded with something like, "Capsize? We weren't close! I have control of how high the hull flies and this boat doesn't do anything without me telling it." I was almost finished with the last sentence when I was given the most ferocious pitchpole I've ever had, and we both were violently flung from the boat. Luckily we were completly uninjured, and the first thing he said, in his classic French acccent, after regrouping was, "You were saying. . ." He was right, I deserved to be punished for my hubris.