strap your surfboard dummy

Tamayo perry and his board pic :Gonzales

So after we veraciously finished our delicious and ever so filling poke bowl, we were merrily on our way. I vividly remember the days beauty being such a crispy, crystal, clear moment in time. Blue sky’s, light trade winds blowing and hardly any traffic on this particular stretch, from Kahuku out to the north shore. We were able to open up the gas, going about 50mph and making up good time for our unforeseen lunch stop. As we just about get to the street where my shaper lives, my conscious memory starts screaming out alarm bells and this is right about at same time, Emilia and I noticed an old friend walking on the side of the street, awkwardly and randomly pointing at us with jaw dropped. We had no time to stop and say hello to him, because as we were forgetfully passing by my shapers street, is when the sirens in my head sounded. I looked over to my right at where my surfboard should be, but it was not there. All that was there was a clear, unobstructed view of Emilia in the passenger seat. I instantly thought to myself, “Did you strap your surfboard dummy , when you left the golf course?”. I reached out the window and frantically felt with my hand, hoping to feel the smooth, silky rail of the surfboard I was returning, nicely strapped in and waiting for delivery. To my horror, I was banging on an empty tin roof. My heart sank as the reality coursed through my mind. I may have left a $400 surfboard lying at the golf course for anyone to walk away with. Urgently, I looked in the rear view mirror to see if any cars were coming my way and with the high way clear, I whipped a wide, high velocity, out of control U turn and got us heading back in the direction we just came from.

strap your surfboard dummy

Traffic on the route back wasn’t as forgiving and being the ogar I am, this is when the explicit language came out. I was screaming bloody murder at my girl, instructing her to keep a keen eye on her side of the road for any possible sightings of precious pieces of my rip stick. My mind lashes me with the redundancy, “If you would just strap your surfboard dummy ! “. Now my mind, becoming a constant and irritable echo within its’ vast cavern, actually, practically screaming at me, ” strap your surfboard dummy ! “. But the nagging reminder appears to be all to late and all in vain.

(to be continued)…..

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Pipeline she breaks boards like an elephant in a china shop