Your kayak is a work of art. Closest I've come was to fiberglass an Old Town cedar canoe we were gifted 50 years ago. It looked nice but nothing like yours.
My brother-in-law retired to Maine and was into kayaking big time. He built 2-man kayak that came in a kit. He assumed I couldn't participate but I suggested there was a way I could handle a paddle. He helped me duct tape the paddle to my forearm and we were off to the races. We paddled about five miles to an island once occupied by a hermit and were the first in the group of 9 or 10 kayakers to arrive.

He wrote the event up in his "Crazed Kayaker" newspaper column in the
Mount Desert Islander, titled "Duct Tape Bob Meets Big Bird," Big Bird was the name he gave the kayak. When we visited Maine the following year for the 4th of July, people were yelling "It's duct tape Bob" like I was some kind of celebrity. The story was also published in the
Atlantic Coastal Kayaker magazine (November 2003 Vol. 12, No. 9).
That was the end of my kayaking career when I realized it would be a challenge to right or escape from a rollover with a paddle attached to my arm.