Helen and I competed in the Endeavor in 1995.
It was in RS400s. She steered, I did pretty much everything else. I remember it being hard work. Lots of races in lots of wind. Lots of booze inbetween. We were stupidly light for a 400. I don't remember where we finished.
As part of RS's promotion they had offered passenger rides for spectators between races. I ended up taking some guy for a (ahem) 'blast'.
He was wooping and screaming and getting really excited. (Probably a good thing because all his noise stopped me nodding off.)
His over-reaction was confusing me until I asked what he usualy sailed.. "A flying 15".
