Kite Lines For Sport Control Kites
Lack of stretch or stable line length for control authority is an advantage of special control lines. Melting point is considered when controlling a kite for kite fighting; lower cost cotton line can melt a crossed expensive synthetic line. Kite lines Dyeing kite lines for show and control line management can occur at a line factory or by a user.
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