Grumpster here,

I wouldn’t say I was a flatulent lad but maybe my mom did! She wanted me out of the house most of the time. So I got my first Kite, this was back in 94. Those days were tame and refreshing.

A step up in kite technology and a few years later. I was the proud owner of a Flexi Proteam 8.

Funniest thing was the handle did not match. But having got over the flatulence I was allowed in to shops and asked about this. Had I thought about it I would have probable come to the conclusion that it is actually a good idea being able to tell the difference between left and right lines. But this is still no good because my hands aren’t colour coded.

As the wind starting dying down due to global warming I had a birthday coming up and I added a blade 3.3 to my kite bag.

What a feeling, I felt alive. Another kite that was bigger than me.

I still feel alive but now that the years have past and I have larger 4 line traction kites.

I may be living my life on a gust that is tempted to make me smell the flowers..