whats up with the power tool talk lol?yea I don't have a chainsaw,i use a sawzaw to chop the branches off.and a gas powered weed whacker.idk why,but I always liked whacking weeds,parents think its punishment I think its fun.i should've been a Mexican,maybe in another life. u want to feel the full wrath of the sawzaw,my first "real job" I had to cut into the roofs of cargo containers to install those swirly things that go on the roofs,something with ventilation,idk it was a long time ago...but yea youd be up there chopping through that steel,u can feel ur brain rattling inside your head.i was too young for that bs,didnt have the muscles developed to make a straight cut,think it was 12guage corregated steel(cargo container)
Dank cool hip dudes with beards , dogs, spoke shaves , block planes, wooden things , craft beers , Patagonia wardrobe and last but not least. Daddy's trust fund wirh a strong annual interest income to support the fam and biz. Ahhhh the good ole days.
Funny stuff... I think about my own kids and how their lives are so much different than mine was at their age. Sometimes I think it's not their fault they're... well... soft. They're a victim of the times. Technology has made things easy, and society values being famous or wealthy much more than working hard for a living. It's like... if you don't become rich and/or famous by the time you're 40 you're a failure, and if you have to split your own wood, fix your own plumbing, change your own oil, or build your own shed, you're an embarrassment to your kids.
Read all of this stuff out of context and it's super gay and keeps getting more homo to the max... The extent you put all others before yourself determines the concept of "manliness"...all this materialistic mechanical verbal masturbation equates to one big sausage gangbanging circle jerk Way to gay it up kooks (Sorry, haven't surfed in over a week, totally missed this last swell, and starting to get a little cranky)
you missed the last swell? the first swell in months that lasted almost three weeks with no other swells on the horizon? that swell? and you missed it? just quit man
I remember those things. It was a brass eyelet fin screw that you tied your leash to. Great for ripping out fin boxes, and such.
pretty sure fins were glassed on in those days.cant recall using one of those fins as I was swimming in my fathers nutsack during those times.
This is from a guy who swims in a pair of speedos. Just bustin your chops ;-) They'll be more waves soon. Relax.
idk man I wasn't alive in the 70s but that pic looks weird,so they used to have the leash attached directly to the finbox?
Yup, until someone invented the leash plug, you either used one of these or a glass rope loop, or the always brutal "drill a hole through the fin" trick.
my first board was a mid-70s single fin. It had a fin box (one of the first?) and the leash was attached to the fin installation screw, iirc.
Same with my 1976 Lightning Bolt. Newsflash- they were able to get barrells even with the old technology.
(It's Saturday at dusk, Chavez and youngest son are bow hunting in the same tree stand; it accommodates two so they are comfortable. It's Fall in Pennsyltucky: the leaves are golden, the air is crisp, and the antlered animals should be on the move within the hour...) Youngest son: "Are we hunting until it's pitch black?" Chavez: "Uh yeah." YS: (Whiny voice) "We've been up here two hours and haven't even seen a chipmunk." Chavez: "You know damn well that the deer start moving at dusk, be patient!' YS: "So why did we come up here two hours ago?" Chavez: (angrily) "So the woods settle in around us and we blend in. Now shut the hole under your nose and be alert!" YS: (takes out cell phone, begins playing video game on mute) Chavez: "comments removed due to the violent and graphic nature of the content" Postscript: We found the phone and it was still functioning after I hurled it into the woods from the stand. The little sh!t actually shot a doe as well. It fell only about 10 yards from where we found the phone.