So, it's been a pretty grim few weeks surf wise here in the fairest Cape. More throrough readers may recall a brief whinge about a shoulder injury. Well, that's sitll ongoing. In fact, since I resurrected this blog - I haven't surfed. Sis. It's been a very, very long time between waves. Still, no whinging - I'll break the drought this week and then hit you up with an epic story of mediocre surf and a lazy session. Yes, there were waves this weekend, but I'd retreated to a sub-zero mountain peak - far away from tempting my fragile shoulder.
Anyway, whilst cruising through traffic this AM, I happened to pull up behind your standard late-nineties white model family car. Roof racks, longboard on top. Poser; was my initial reaction. But, being a board perve, I drew up a bit closer than advised and checked out what was poking out from the gap in his board bag zip. Intriguing... The tail just had a bit of a different look to it. A bit narrower, a bit more foil than expected. Then the fin caught my eye. Proper swept-back wide-tipped single fin. No, no, no, my predjudicial self. This guy is the real deal. Then I spied the wet towel on his back window shelf. Yes, this guy is, in actual fact, more of a surfer than your sorry dry ass. Shame on me.
He drove straight. I turned left. And I was left wondering where and how he had styled it just a few minutes prior. I was a little stoked for him. And disappointed in myself. The trick now, is bring that stoke home.
Good news to come - I hope.
Anyway, whilst cruising through traffic this AM, I happened to pull up behind your standard late-nineties white model family car. Roof racks, longboard on top. Poser; was my initial reaction. But, being a board perve, I drew up a bit closer than advised and checked out what was poking out from the gap in his board bag zip. Intriguing... The tail just had a bit of a different look to it. A bit narrower, a bit more foil than expected. Then the fin caught my eye. Proper swept-back wide-tipped single fin. No, no, no, my predjudicial self. This guy is the real deal. Then I spied the wet towel on his back window shelf. Yes, this guy is, in actual fact, more of a surfer than your sorry dry ass. Shame on me.
He drove straight. I turned left. And I was left wondering where and how he had styled it just a few minutes prior. I was a little stoked for him. And disappointed in myself. The trick now, is bring that stoke home.
Good news to come - I hope.
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