JoLayne accelerated as much as she dared in the bumpy chop and then concentrated on not crashing. The chief hazards were other recreational vessels, a large percentage of which seemed to be piloted by lobotomized young men holding beer cans. They regarded JoLayne as if she were an exotic squid, causing her to conclude that not many African-American women were seen along the waters of the Florida Keys. One witty lad even sang out, "Are you lost? Nassau's thataway!" JoLayne congratulated herself for not flipping him the finger.