Was at third Avenue yesterday. The wind was a little weird, it felt like it was between 15 and 25 knots. So every once in a while I would just sink or take off randomly. Apart from that it was a cool mini session, lots of swell to practice ollies on my weak leg. One week ago, on sunday, Rick made me try a downloop transition. It works well and develops some nice pull :) Tried to do some jumps using the kite, too, yesterday. Was too gusty to try real jumps though. After launching on the beach, the wind was pretty strong so I could just start hovering over the ground by pulling my bar a little. Yay!

Oh, and like most of 2006 Waroos, eventually a bump on the leading edge of my kite showed up. I dropped it off at Sonny's of 3rd Ave Kite Repair on thursday night who did a great job fixing it. So if you need your kite repaired, ask for Sonny, he's a great guy.

My day on at the bay:

Grarrrr!!! My man Rick got on his board, though, and managed to actually go upwind (taking a little trip to Hayward ;)

So I was arriving at 3rd Avenue around 4pm today, already in my wetsuit and very very happy. I saw more then 30 kites out there before I even pulled into the parking lot, and the wind was really nice. Seemed to be above 20knots. So I packed up my kite and gear, went to the container to see if they have the 132cm FLX which I wanted to try out today, and they had. Sounds like fun, eh?

Well it would have been great IF I WASN'T A FUCKING IDIOT WHO LEFT HIS BAR AT HOME. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! For those who don't know about kitesurfing: It's like going to a gangbang and forgetting your dick at home. Or something.

The summer is almost over, here in California. I will leave to germany on saturday. The time since my last post has been fun and eventful, Sterling and I saw the Blue Angels at the SF Fleetweek 2006, and went to the Mezzanine again. This time we saw Method Man and the Wu-Tang Clan, that was the best show I've ever seen. Really. Wohooow! It was followed by a little trespassing incident on our part, leading to some relaxation in a San Mateo hot tub at 3am until the inhabitants of the apartment complex, aparently less relaxed, were screaming at us in a very weird language.

Today we went to Counter Burger in Palo Alto where Jeff (Team America) and I (Team Germany) enjoyed the famous one pound burgers and 1.5 liters of CocaCola, while the rest of the Renkooks nibbled on their happy meals. A rather blurry picture of this very nutritious actuality can be seen above and enlarged by clicking. And more on Joyce's flickr photo stream.