Long time lurker, 1st time poster. How I became strapless: not by choice...exactly....
I am an unemployed (not too long I hope), hardcore kiter in upstate NY. I am also a Hawaii surfer transplant who used to ride the north shore with an 8' gun that I still have - from many years ago. After a year and a half of kiting I purchased a 5'-4" celeritas and rode it strapless - on occasion...just to begin to get my skills up...but I was mainly a twiner. On my recent second annual pilgrimage to OBX I did my first downwinder on the sound...not a small downwinder...a LONG 13 mile one (may not be long by some folks standards but it was probably too much for me). Being still somewhat new to the sport I leaped ahead of my buddies so that I wouldn't get left behind (dumb item #1)... after 2 hours I began to get dehydrated with no water in 80 degree weather (dumb idea #2), my buddies were no where to be seen on the horizon, I was on my own and hadn't seen a soul in since being on the water...it became erie...(those of you who have been at OBX know how desolate the stretch can be). Long story short I was beginning to worry one of my buddies was having a problem (or was in denial that I was getting anxious). I pulled my gear and waited along a bank. I was worn out, tired and eventually got spooked and was ready to pack it in. I wrapped my gear up and began heading for the road. I should have just walked along the waters edge (dumb item #3). I thought it would be simple, walk through the swamp and then the forest and then I would hit the road and hitch a ride back to Avon (dumb item #4). This is where my riding changed forever...after slogging through 6 foot reeds in a swamp for one hour (dragging my kite and board in a hooded, 6-4 wetsuit) I was relieved to make it to the forest. As I began to crawl through the forest I quickly realized it was no walk in the park. The scrub was full of thorns as far as the eye could see both left and right. I began crawling on all fours and sliding my kite and board along with me...it was not going well and I was moving into heat exhaustion....after a half hour on my knees and no road in sight I became desperate...I needed to ditch my 8m havoc and 150 crazyfly or I was not going to make it out...this was a very difficult moment - I knew there was a strong chance I would not get back to recover my gear. I swallowed hard and let go of it and continued the crawl...another hour on my knees I began to make headway and eventually heard the cars on the road. I hitched a ride from a gracious couple and was back to civilization. When my buddies finally showed up at the cottage they were dumbfounded - and I was embarrassed. But I had made it through the ordeal. We went back as a team in an attempt to find my gear but it was futile...many times they looked back at me and shook their heads saying 'I cant believe you made it through this stuff.' In the end I was left to ride my celeritas strapless the remainder of the trip and learned a lot - like carry water, stay with your buddies, don't do downwinders you cant handle, wear an appropriate wetsuit and on and an.... Anyhow, when I returned to NY I could not afford another twin so I vowed to go completely strapless from that point forward. Several months later I am now riding my old 8' Hawaii gun and enjoy it more than the twin. The sacrifice was big but the rewards of committing to strapless are becoming more clearer every day...this is an homage to my twin tip...I still think of you alone out there in the woods.If anyone hikes out near avon (telephone pole 485) and can find it - your welcome to it...but warning - it may leave you stranded - and you will have to vow to the strapless gods...
Heres what I got! My gun...lovin it...