On my 4.8 yesterday, it was awesome! I konoed all over the place. Me and Remko seshed the evening, both on 4.8, and we decided for a last run of the day. Both of us sped off towards the pier, I saw him swing this huge Air Flaka into Flaka, and I caugth a perfect gust at the same time; the duck was solid, waiting a second to get the full power in the sail, taking off hard, sheeting in even harder, moment of truth (landing), man I was hooked in Clew-First, taking a smack down landing but being hooked in threw me into a second spin and I lost it. But nonetheless, it was sick.