Becoming a dominant force in competitive kite surfing is a challenge. It's even tougher when you're from Iowa, where there's no surf. None of this has anything to do with Mike Carter...no, kite surfing holds no truck with our boy Mike. Don't misunderstand, it's not that he has anything against kite surfing, or Iowa for that matter, but kite surfing's pretty wack, you know? It's like, "Pick one: are you gonna surf, or are you gonna fly a kite?" Of course, it's nowhere near as wack as kite snowboarding...you ever see one of these fools? Standing in the middle of some frozen lake or field, knees locked, waiting for the wind to pick up? Then when it does they side slip for about 50 yards before getting dragged into the trees. Real cool, real cool. Now can you see why Mike tries to stay away from clown imagery in his art?