I had my second kiteboarding lesson today, each of them half-day lessons
after several days of sitting about waiting for wind. Sitting around is
okay because my local shop, with whom I’m taking the lessons, is a quirky
skate shop run by an interesting guy who, amongst other hobbies, plays
chess on one of the two chessboards painted onto the checkout counter,
sometimes for forfeits for the loser, including sending a teenager in a
woman’s wetsuit and winkle pickers to buy a porno magazine, dropping in on
a skateboard from atop the checkout counter onto a skate ramp in the close
confines of the shop, and reverse shoplifting where they sneak items they
no longer want from the shop into the front windows of neighbouring shops.
This is because I live right beside an excellent beach and have no idea
what else to do with it, and because snowboarding was my absolute favourite
thing and I can’t do that here, nor can I afford as a student to pursue it.
Also, with my second and final year of study about to hit me in the face,
I strongly suspect that if I don’t have an outlet for blowing off steam,
I’ll go mental.
In order to minimise the amount of expensive instruction time I’d need, I
had been diligently flying a little foil kite (loads of fun by the way, you
can get one for about twenty quid) and watching an instructional DVD. It
paid off! Today I got to downwind body dragging (being hauled along by the
kite on your belly in the water, launching into the air and splashing down
hard when making a mistake), body dragging sideways (you can use your body
as a keel to direct yourself upwind), and got up on the board briefly, with
my best run being a modest four seconds or so, before an equipment problem
cut the session short. I drank a lot of seawater and had a blast; even at
its worst, splashing about in the water and flying a kite is great.
Instructor guy is pleased with my progress and reckons that with another
half-hour or so of instruction (basically what we missed from today when my
binding strap came loose and my lines tangled) I’ll be good to go and
practise practise practise until I’m up and riding comfortably, and he’s
offered to meet me on his own time and make sure that happens.
For those with only a vague idea of what kitesurfing is and what the appeal
might be about, I enclose a video of a dude who apparently took some of his
beginner lessons from my instructor jumping over Brighton motherfucking
pier. It’s not particularly a good idea, but it’s damn cool.
Awesome. Just pure awesomeness.
thx RT podcast #263
I am just hearing about this.. this happened a while ago!
@tubigrip3 the music is ACDC live at the river plate stadium Agentina
lol easy girl
yes your right the vids the music all comes from youtube
Picture quality is poor probably due to minor camera specs, sound is
terrible, loud and screechy.
kitesurf beats spiderman.
Shame we didn’t get to see him being arrested afterwards, lol!
just brought my first kite and board… can’t wait to attempt dumb shit
like this!!
your a dick head arrested for what you must work for health and safety
its because all the videos have been ripped off other channels
amazing jump. wow
That’s Crazy!!!!!!! Nicely Done!!!!!!
Very nice
@alanmeires. Nice one mate,good to see all the clips put together, was an
awesome jump, don’t think I’ll be trying that anytime soon.
Nutter
I had my second kiteboarding lesson today, each of them half-day lessons
after several days of sitting about waiting for wind. Sitting around is
okay because my local shop, with whom I’m taking the lessons, is a quirky
skate shop run by an interesting guy who, amongst other hobbies, plays
chess on one of the two chessboards painted onto the checkout counter,
sometimes for forfeits for the loser, including sending a teenager in a
woman’s wetsuit and winkle pickers to buy a porno magazine, dropping in on
a skateboard from atop the checkout counter onto a skate ramp in the close
confines of the shop, and reverse shoplifting where they sneak items they
no longer want from the shop into the front windows of neighbouring shops.
This is because I live right beside an excellent beach and have no idea
what else to do with it, and because snowboarding was my absolute favourite
thing and I can’t do that here, nor can I afford as a student to pursue it.
Also, with my second and final year of study about to hit me in the face,
I strongly suspect that if I don’t have an outlet for blowing off steam,
I’ll go mental.
In order to minimise the amount of expensive instruction time I’d need, I
had been diligently flying a little foil kite (loads of fun by the way, you
can get one for about twenty quid) and watching an instructional DVD. It
paid off! Today I got to downwind body dragging (being hauled along by the
kite on your belly in the water, launching into the air and splashing down
hard when making a mistake), body dragging sideways (you can use your body
as a keel to direct yourself upwind), and got up on the board briefly, with
my best run being a modest four seconds or so, before an equipment problem
cut the session short. I drank a lot of seawater and had a blast; even at
its worst, splashing about in the water and flying a kite is great.
Instructor guy is pleased with my progress and reckons that with another
half-hour or so of instruction (basically what we missed from today when my
binding strap came loose and my lines tangled) I’ll be good to go and
practise practise practise until I’m up and riding comfortably, and he’s
offered to meet me on his own time and make sure that happens.
For those with only a vague idea of what kitesurfing is and what the appeal
might be about, I enclose a video of a dude who apparently took some of his
beginner lessons from my instructor jumping over Brighton motherfucking
pier. It’s not particularly a good idea, but it’s damn cool.