No Honor among Kiters

I have a nice kite session at Mayflower before the wind dies. Now I'm in the Chapin parking lot sleazing some of Johnny's teriyaki steak tips, grilled in the Magic Bus, that smell better than anything can possibly smell. I'm not going to say how good they taste. You'll have to use your imagination. They add a few years to my life though. I eat, socialize, recharge. I'm ready for more action. The wind is light. A few of us rig big. The smarter kiters just watch. Jean says he'll be the sacrificial lamb. He'll leave so the wind picks up. It works! Not long after he leaves, I have to depower my 17M kite. Sandie has to depower her 12M kite. Yee Hah! I kite until my legs start to cramp. Of course, you might think that I would say the wind picked up whether it did or not. And you would be right. There is no honor among kiters. But it really did pick up. I could have switched to my 6M. Really. Mayflower, Kitesurfed, WNW, 15-23, 10M Rally/Mako 150. Chapin, Kitesurfed, W, 10-20, 17M Fat Lady/6' Surfboard/Flx138.  Picture- Riders on the Magic Bus.