Rick Kane made the pipe masters final after learning to surf in an Arizona pool. Oh wait a minute......that was a stupid movie. I've surfed typhoon lagoon a bunch of times and that was pretty fun. That standing wave thing looks awful. I bet you could get hurt very easily doing stupid stuff like that.
There's only so much you can do on a weak-a$$ "wave" like that. How can you generate any speed to do ANYTHING? At least they should have made it a big, overhead bowl... with jagged shards of glass... and fire... and sharks.
For a surfing contest? WTF... However, as tard said could be fun in the backyard pounding beers. Contest rules: 1) You must have a beer in hand while riding, drop your beer and your out. 2) Your buddies get to play dodge ball while you're riding. 3) You have to finish the entire beer for the score to count. So basically your buds are trying to bean you the whole time while you're trying to ride and slam a beer. Best part is when you get done then you get to try to nail them when it's their turn. And no helmets.
Yup. And once the booze starts flowing, you can up the ante. Maybe for the finals bring out the firecrackers and bottle rockets.
Reminds me of the Roman Candle fights we use to have on the golf course on 4th of July. Yeah, we are morons.
Tent poles. The old aluminum kind. We ran two-man bazooka teams. One person aimed, the other loaded the bottle rocket in and lit it. Lot more accurate than a roman candle and a lot more velocity, and better than trying to just chuck it or aim with a bottle or sumthin'. Ah youth. Overall it was one of the less dangerous things we did. Except that time we nailed some older kids who were cruising around in their Mustang. They chased us for hours around the neighborhood. Wanted to kill us. Of course, if you're in a car and trying to track a bunch of punk-a$$ kids in their own neighborhood, you're at a serious disadvantage. We'd pop-up like the f'ing Viet Cong, light 'em up, then disappear into the backyards and reassemble at another spot halfway across the hood. Almost got caught by them one time that night. Was hiding under a bush as they'd bailed out of the car and chased us. They were about 4ft away talking about how bad they were going to kick our arses when they caught us. Heart was pounding. If they had turned around and looked down I was dead. They didn't. They walked away a ways and I came out of the bush like a rabbit, yelled "FOCK YOU", hopped the fence in the corner, then immediately hopped out the other side as it had a mean dog in it. They gave chase but stopped when they head the dog go beserk. Five minutes later met up with the other hoodlums at the designated assembly point. After relaying the tale, we locked and loaded and moved out to lay another ambush. Ah youth. Good times (when you're not getting your arse kicked).
Times have changed here. I got infarctioned some years ago for calling lifeguards gay. Now thread titles call gay things like this gay thing gay.
when i used to give parking tickets in north carolina i saw that on the back of a guys car, which was funny considering all the #saltlife #...lost etc kook stickers there were down there. Needless to say, despite never paying for parking and deserving a boot over years of non-paid tickets i made sure that guy never got one.