STOKE-- career day in the water-- and fins for sale...

SYNOPSIS:

I'm just sharing some positive energy. Today was the best session I've had in my memory bank. Ice Cube ain't got nothin on me! Decided to take the day off. Woke up, sold an old canoe sitting in my yard, drove to the coast. En route made a visit to a female friend. Stopped at surf shop and bought new fins. Called my shaper (Andy McDermott) and gave the green light on a new SWPSB. Had a career session, which I will tell you about below. Headed to Buffalo Wild Wings for bbq and some trashy TBD waitress's phone number. Going home.

NEW STUFF:

As you may or may not know, ol' Unc can hit the sauce pretty hard. I work out like a beast but sometimes my caloric intake wins. I've backed off the brews a bit and started a new workout routine for strength and power and explosiveness-- end result is I've dropped from 185 to 165 in all the right places. The problem: all my large fins started to feel really stiff. The solution: bought new fins.

I got the CI orange honeycomb ones for my FCS2 rigs (DHD Double Shot and Lost Puddle Jumper). I got the new CI Blackstix for my future rig (DHD Skeleton Key).

RESULT: Throwing buckets! I thought I was in a slump and it was me. Nope. New fins make you feel like a new man. Throwing friggin buckets. I was not initially raving about the Puddle Jumper as I had taken it out on a day when the wind was aggressive and the wave take off was really steep--- I'm not skilled enough to get into steep waves on wide nose boards. Maybe it's in my head or maybe it's a thing?! I dunno.

I had one floater that sent on forever and felt like slow motion (thanks LSD in the 90s). You could've played the dirty dancing song to it and I would've landed with the sax bust. All day long, top to bottom, cut backs were spot on, snaps at will. Throwing buckets.

If I die tomorrow I'm cool with it. That's my stoke.

Now go kill yourselves.

 

Fins for sale:

Large mb2 futures with quad rears.

FCS Simon Anderson SA2 5 fin set up.

Make me an offer on any or all.

 

Ha I snagged a few of those belly high in and out "duck and cover" "barrels" as I like to call em. At 5'6" it has to be pretty flat for me to not be able to sneak in there. I gets low. ("Que the Lil'
Jon song)

 

9'4" I think...

Rode it once, turned like a dream Went to ride it a second time in hurricane-esque winds, they took it off my car in the parking lot and did a mctwist in the air in slow motion and put a MASSIVE dent in the side of it.

I think they clip you on sales tax up there...

 

I'm blushing.

 

north end of the long stretch of beach in Rye NH. There were hoards over by the parking lot, but those who dared to park on the road and brave the 30 yard walk to the beach were gifted with 50 yards each to ourselves....

when it was all flat light and gray out early on, i get freaked out if I'm the only dude in the water. i have horrible visions of being sharked. i perseverate on it. ill paddle to within eyesight of another person and give the nod, like, "hey, if you get bit I've got your back, if you do the same." what they don't know is that if they get bit id probably pee myself in fear, and I'm not sure if i have what it takes to paddle into a blood puddle to save a dude. guess you only know when it happens...

then the sun came out. shared my spot with one or two others who came and went. by shared, i mean, 100' away. very serene.

that lb cost me about $850. I did custom colors and enough glass to withstand a bullet, and a sweet wood tail. its not irreversible damage, but i suspect its gonna run me $150+.

 

To the best of my recollection:


"U2B: "Look, I know I smell like pee and wetsuit(e), but what are the chances of me walking out of here with your phone number?"

*blush*

Waitress: "No, I can't. I have a boyfriend."

U2B: "I didn't ask you if you had a boyfriend. I asked for your phone number. Unless... wait, are you trying to set me up with your boyfriend?!"

*laughs*

Waitress: "NO!"

U2B: "I'll do it. Ill shuck his D if it means I get you afterwards."

*LAUGHS*

Waitress: "Oh My GAWD."

U2B: "You're into sloppy seconds? You're into batting clean up for your boyfriend? You're messed up. But thats the type of guy I am. I'll go the extra mile. Fix the roof-- no problem. Change your oil--- sure. Blow some townie dude in a parking lot--- whatever makes you happy."

*LAUGHS*

U2B: "So Im gonna leave my number on this napkin. And you can either text me your number or write this off as a weird experience...."




She's driving an hour and fifteen minutes to come over tonight once her shift is over.