As the boys at Underground sift through the ashes of their own ground zero, and ponder the enormity of the tasks ahead of them, our thoughts must go out to them wherever we are and whatever we ride.
I've only heard one eyewitness account so far of the scene but can well imagine the devastation of seeing what was once the livelihood of a solid bunch of people smouldering on the ground with only a few scraps of carbon surviving. To put it into perspective: Adrian, Aaron, Steve, Kane, Alan, Moshe, Blair plus a handful of others whose names I can't immediately recall but are equally important have effectively lost their jobs for the time being. All their families are directly affected. Then there's the suppliers and kiters who had kit in the building - many, many burnt personal toys. Hundreds of us have spent time at the factory, freeloading on sausages and beers at barbies over the years.
Then there's unimaginable amounts of boards and board-making materials that will never be ridden, several businesses records and histories, networks of computers packed with data and contacts, not to mention a damn good coffee machine. Maybe none of us will mourn the loss of a couple a hundred grand worth of windsurfing gear - but some poor fools owned it all and they too will be severely gutted. At least they'll be able to buy kites if they get insurance!
Ask yourself: Imagine if the same thing happened to your home or business. It's taken 12 hours for that concept to sink in with me.
So, on behalf of all New Zealand's great unwashed kiting community, we at kiteforum.co.nz offer our sincere condolences to Adrian and all affected by this unprecedented meltdown. Virtually all of us have spent time riding Underground boards and they remain an integral part of the saga of kiteboarding in this country.
We are sure the southern men will stand tall and put the pieces back together. It won't be easy but it will be worth it. I propose the next board range should be called Phoenix to commemorate the proud brand's rising from the ashes.
Aaron: this better not be an elaborate practical joke you bastard - I almost wept as I wrote that last line.
And another thing, don't be another kiwi who puts his head in the sand when disaster strikes (Do kiwis do that or is it emus? If so whatever people group claim the emu as their national bird - abo's perhaps?). Don't do as the aboriginals do who run around in loincloths jabbering to each other, burying their heads in mounds of emu dung, without first sending smoke signals of condolence to their tribesmen whose ancestral hunting ground just got flattened by a meteor.
Let them know, in whatever way is your style that you are aware of their cruel deal and if you're a team rider you won't turn your nose up at slightly singed sticks for a while, y'know what I mean?
And another thing, to the sick puppy who did this - I promise you hell hath no fury like a bunch of unemployed resin addicts who can't get their hit of estuary chemicals because some pretzel atomised their toys. You better pray they find you on a calm day, not when it's blowing a steady 25 from the Northeast.