Two weeks ago I turned up at Brighton on a Friday and after a hell week at work I decided some long runs out wide and some downwind waves would clear my head. On one run out really wide my kite decided to explode. I was rather perturbed. It was dusk and I was at least a click out, I could see the shark detector beacons way inside me, 500 meters off the beach. So I just disconnected and grabbed my board and started paddling in. Another five mins wrapping lines didn't even enter my head.
I had been pumping the kite hard because it was getting old and flying like a ole sack so I think I pushed the old girl a little to much. Anyhow upon reaching the beach I started scouring the horizon for a sign of my gear. No chance. But then there were heaps of people still out zig zagging the area so I thought someone would see it. Someone did, and dragged the rig in for me. I then came across him with my kite at Scarbs which was a bit lucky. He said his name (Johan) and I asked his address to deliver some bevies.
Anyhoo long story short I had another balls up and lost my phone as well with Johan's address in it and I have been meaning for two weeks to get on here and write a post. I have some beer for you in the back of my ute mate, can you PM me you address again please.
