[toby wilson]

I am very happy with my kites name. It applies in all sessions and other situations in life.

If I see a hot chick on the beach while I ride by doing a down winder, I think to myself "I sure would like to thrust her!!!".

When I ride at the backside and see a geriatric follow some other old geyser down the mangrove trail, I say to myself "damn, I don't even want to think about which one is the thruster and which is the buttster".

When I am at East Beach and go to bust out huge Billy Parker style air with a board off and handle pass mixed in for good measure, then remember that I ride with grace comparable to that of a 3 legged rhinoceros and let go with my rear hand too quickly. With the realization of how f*cked I am as the kite is already below me, along comes the mad rush of shells mud and crustaceans "thrusting" into my compression shorts as I smack into the flats. (I realize later that my "huge air" was an astounding 5-10 feet off the water)

Then of course when I pack it up and take my trusty kite home to the little lady, you can be rest assured that my "Thrusters" job has only just begun...