As the wind slowly dropped and the kooks got to the beach after work this arvo my enjoyment factor also dropped considerably (from stoked to frustrated), due to both of these factors. I surveyed the board-leash using, helmet wearing, hands at ends of bar, slow-riding, right-of-way ignorant, etiquette-oblivious tossers who were really making it hard to line up even a small slot in the flatter section at Brighton and I had something of an epiphany:

Though I sort of empathise with certain prominent seabreeze kiters who regularly condemn kiting as "gay," I think they've got it slightly wrong. I'm neither gay nor homophobic, and as I slogged it out among the kooks this arvo I thought about the (possibly non-representative) gays whom I count among my friends. I realised that they regularly push limits and take risks far bigger than any of these lawnmowing clowns. Then it hit me:

(Mainstream) Kiteboarding isn't gay. (Mainstream) KITEBOARDING IS STRAIGHT!!

Straight as in straight and narrow, as in straighty 180, as in square, as in monotonous.

Ian Roberts is gay. Kiteboarding is straight.