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Originally posted by Kitepower Australia
Name the kite slave, or write us some more kooky poetry, with some lols in it.
Only a pumper knows the feeling.
When you pump her nice and hard, she flys like an angel.
The pumper knows.
The pump is the only thing that separates inflato-man from lower forms of kiterlife.
The pump is a cool tool.
We should celebrate the pump.
I'm proud to be a pumper.
Maybe kitesurfing contest trophys should be in the shape of a funky pump.
First place gets a gold-plated pump.
A silver pump goes to the runner-up.
Except for wavekiting contests of course.
Wavekiting trophys should always be in the shape of a little frozen wave.
A little frozen wave that's made in some Chinese factory,
professionally made by a Chinaman who has never seen a wave and never seen a kite.
lol.
Doonas don't get pumped.
They get ventilated.
They lie on the sand facing the breeze with their zippers wide open,
like a drunk slumped in the dirt with his fly undone.
lol.
But they puff-up real good when they are well hung in the breeze.
The other day down at the beach,
a mate was inflating his doona.
He had a silly grin on his face and he called out to me and said;
"Look", as he hung it out in the breeze.
He was attempting to make some kind of weird statement.
I quickly dismissed it.
Later,
after he fully inflated the doona and had closed the zippers,
he prepared to self-launch.
They launch doonas straight downwind you know.
Like Ruben Lenton does with his inflato.....
Nah, nothing like Ruben.
Anyway,
Just before he picked-up the bar to launch the kite,
I walked up to him and intentionally stood on two of his four lines.
I then started chewing his ear off, I drowned him in a monologue about who knows what.
Blah, blah, blah, I ranted and raved.
I could feel he was getting anxious.
He nervously looked over my shoulder at his doona.
I purposely held my ground and continued talking.
I dug my heels in on his strings.
He screamed at me to STFU.
The doona had lost all its air.
Damn, the kite was flaccid.
