Once upon a time when the wind was blowing in Corpus Christi, two experienced kiteboarders, (we'll call them Pete and Brant), and one in the throngs of learning (we'll call her Aryn), decided to go out and taste the wind. Aryn, in the throngs of learning as she was, started WAY up the beach and tootled along downwind. Pete and Brant, posessing the much sought after ability to return to the same beach, drove down to the meeting place and took out from there. Pete on his 7.0 Quadrifoil, and Brant on his whopping 11.0 Wipika.
Brant's getting a little better at this sport.
Well, everyone was having a jolly time, jumping and cruising (as in the case of Brant and Pete), and joyously getting the hang of it (as in the case of hopeful Aryn). Loving having a friend to play with on the water, Brant was catching air as close to Pete as possible, playing cat and mouse and back and forth. Then, disaster struck. The big bad kite blew and he blew and he blew the house down. Or inside out, as the case was here.
All 11 meters of wind-kissed power just flipped inside out as Brant swang pendulum-like underneath, smiling at Pete and pulling on the wrong side of the control bar. So this is how we learn lessons, sometimes.
Pete lifting off.
Inside out as it was, the violet beast would not be tamed. Brant swam up and climbed in the kite-turned-raft, and relaxed for a bit in the setting sun, preparing himself for the swimming task ahead. Meanwhile, Aryn buzzed along downwind and Pete zipped back and forth in perfect control, checking up on Brant with each pass. And frankly, looking at the kiteboarder-turned-sunbather, wondering what in the world he was doing.
Eventually Brant got his lines together and began to look collected. Pete, the shining white knight, cruised over and offered a tow. Brant gladly accepted, and away the two went toward the beach, connected at the footstrap. Then, disaster struck.
Wounds from the Purple Beast.
Pete, in all his valour, hadn't recognized that the rescue mission was only a ploy by the Purple Kite to strangle him. He wound up with one of the bridle lines caught up around his neck, having snuck in there during the confusion. But Pete was quick, and with an agile flip of his hand, freed himself from the would-be assassination attack and continued the arduous task of bringing Brant and beast to shore. Brant luckily made it in with the purple prisoner without further incident, and everyone lived happily ever after.
The End.
