I was reminded of this yesterday arvo.
Had a great weekend down here, starting as early as Thursday arvo, good LB waves in a few places, heaps of fun with the old fart crew.
Even Sunday morning was good, I got to my local about 45mins before daybreak and thought, “oh well, it had to end sometime”. Just for the heck of it, I paddled out before sunrise and still had a top surf. The rest of the crew saw me getting a few, changed their minds and came out anyway, everyone got a wave.
Went to Nth Styne at noon yesterday to buy a pair of softracks and it was still pump'n out good ones, they actually closed the beach to swimmers. So naturally I though it would hold up for the rest of the day, no luck, by 2pm my local had turned into a lumpy mess.
So I went down to my desperation location, Manly at the southern end, it was still very bad but just surfable.
I know I've mentioned before the once in a life time surfers down there, you known? Back packers & tourists from all over the world, they buy some piece of crap with zero volume and think, “well if it's good enough for Kelly Slaters, then it will do me just fine” . The smart ones get a soft top to hone their skills on, but they're few and far between.
Now on a good day, they're no problem because you can see them easily and the wave zone is clearly defined, as a bonus, the young ladies are usually smoking hot and always keep their knees well apart when they paddle.
But yesterday, the surf was all over the place like a mad woman's poop, and so were they, I've never see so many hits and near misses. To make matters worse, I almost copped it twice. And both for the same reason, they just love to bail and let the leggy do all the work.
That's when you realise just how far those mothers can really stretch.
)...we were all pretty well primed when a guy aproached me with what he called an unbreakable leg rope that he was just releasing...two mates (both over 100 kgs)said unbreakable eh?....took the sample and tied the rail saver around a sign post out front of the shop...they then proceeded to strech the leggy down the street...this thing was as taught as a guitar string...no one was game enough to go anywhere near it...I swear they were what seemed like 50mtrs down the street when it tore away from the post...it recoiled past the crew with the sound and speed of a low flying fighter jet....it then belted the mate that was closest right in the side of the stomach....knocking him over him like a ten pin...to his credit he got up and walked away mumbling unbreakeable eh?...we didnt see him for days after
, only to watch them try and pick a good line, but end up looking like they are in training for the down hill slalem at the next winter olympics.
untill one of them falls off and beheads about 20 guys in the line up
