Too old for Kite-boards.

I am fascinated with the kiteboarders here. And jealous. What marvelous sport! Flying a wing over the water at truly astonishing speed and literally leaving the surface.
Watching nearly a dozen of them working the wind here is almost too exhilarating. And there are different styles. Some of them are just testosterone junkies out for the rush. Crashing and thrashing the air and water with little understanding. But one or two play the toggle bar like a vituoso guitar. Caressing the strings and feathering the kite so their landings are smooth. The interface between wind and water happens gently, no shocking slap, just an easy skim back into another swooping turn. They're the ones that make me burn for thirty-year old knees again.