After work this very evening I just had a defining epiphany at an old city haunt that works well in the outgoing tide, with a southerly sea breeze brewing. The 12m Raven - a golden bird of beauty - soaring my spirit to freedoms pure essence... A secreat weapon new generation-hybrid-surfboard strapless and 9-13.5 Kts. Fully planing; going upwind, unhooked kiteloops to blind(-ed by the mud ..etc).

As our glorious sun shone its dying rays, a mate of Kents arrived towing 1200 horses of pull ready to tweak - Life is good. The combie then opened up to reveal treasures of rare compare. I instantly switched into motor drive and got the cogs of passion turning. Russian is truely a gorgeous language... especially spoken with devine flesh tones of Da Vinci's inspiration.

Kent has actually Won the Prize and I oficially wish him the best of luck - Nice work mi amigo.

We are all the luckiest Mo-Fos on this Planet,
As Lennon said - Love is all we need

I love you all
Armie

PS I am In Rotorua 4 work this week so if any locals are around and its windy after work - give me a call - 021 737-921

well i must admit it was a fairly tweaked out monday! Driving the jetski with a bung back trying to tow 2 newbies. Breaking my prized new light wind weapon ( R/C monster truck ) and watching the hippy filter beer and delicious mud cake thru his nostrills.... and some random comment about waiwera that just topped the night off. Look foward to the next adventure at beachavens jewel of the shore. Lets hope the russian beauty's are sporting bikini's next time