felix was back to his currumbin home break in between his international commitments a couple of years ago.
a big storm brewed in the hills.
he was smashing waves to bits as usual.
we waved for him to come in as the zappers were visible in the distance.
as he walked back up the beach with his kite in neutral i said 'hey felix let go of your bar and slowly grab it again'
what joy it was to witness the small static sparks jump to his fingers

he said "whoaaaaooh dude" as usual

and decided cleverly to grab the outside lines instead of trying the evil rubber bar.
as the sparks once again leapt to his fingers with a cracking sound we witnessed felix hurriedly downing his kite to the nearest catcher as he did the hamster dance (fitting) and we all erupted in laughter.
you had to be there.