If you were to try to explain to a non windsurfer the feeling of planing, what would you say?

More like silent power at your fingertips.

When body, mind, starboard and nature work together to get you in a state you have never experienced. Time stops flowing, you only live the present, you feel the wind going through your body and the speed through your feet. Look back at that wake, it's so fast ! Sheet in, faster ! Breath deep: 'it's my life, I'm happy!'

Ha,ha, we should make it a competition, who can describe it better, it's a great question. I think we get some adrenaline/endorphine hit similar to drugs or chocolate, it's true that after the first time you're always wanting more.

My happy place. Just planing or doing 30kn it doesn't matter.

Flying , freedom , exhilaration , peace , amazing..

It is like a traction beam has hooked onto you and is accelerating you forwards into space

The moment you get on the plane...

...hook in, get into the straps, get settled and accelerate...

... that, right there, is where life begins.

Nothing but adrenaline. The heartbeat goes up a few and the smile grows!

Woooo hooooo

The inner most limits of pure fun.
(quote ripped off from George Greenough)

Its just like if you were at work and then they said your on double bubble now for no reason and then you get that super feeling !

Its somewhere between gently following the shapes of the surface of the sea and the invisible wind on the side of your face - to concentrated focus on absorbing the bumps of the sea while feathering the sail so the power stays at max.

There's are party in my pants and everyone's invited

Jack Bruce never windsurfed but I'm sure under the influence of LSD, he was channelling planing on a windsurfer, when he wrote these words, when he was the bassist for Cream in the late 60s

You thought the leaden winter
Would drag you down forever
So you drove upon a steamer
To the violence of the sun

And the colours of the sea
Find your eyes on trembling mermaids
And you touched the distant beaches
With tales of brave Ulysses
How is naked ears were tortured
By the siren sweetly signing
For the sparkling waves are calling you
To kiss the white lace ness

And you see a girls brown body
dancing through the turquoise
And her foot prints make you follow
To where the sky loves the sea
And when your fingers find her
She drives you in her body
carving deeper ripples
In the tissues of your mind

And tiny purple fishes
Run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you
To the heartland of the winter

Her name is Aphrodite
And she rides a crimson shell
And you know you cannot leave her
For you've touch the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses
How his naked ears were tortured
By the siren sweatly singing

Sex takes second-place (I'm referring to really good sex too!)