I like the board good only for yr car top!
But you didn't buy it, did you, having a real surfable one.
I once bought a mandolin at an auction of house contents, very impulsive of me, but it was gorgeous.
Took it to a luthier who said - good ornament, but the interior totally wrecked by woodworm, won't play a note.
On 31/08/2012, at 5:09 PM, Bill Wootton wrote:
> Re oceanic appetite, Max, I recall surfers longed for tucker as well as their watery rides. Pizzas and fastfood aplenty got wolfed. I had the hair for it in my teens and enjoyed the company. But I lacked the skills. Remember an ad in a surf rag, the name of which I have forgotten: Surfboard. $5 . Look good on car. Bells Beach was truly scary.
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> On 29/08/2012, at 3:21 PM, Max Richards wrote:
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>> Surf, Ocean
>>
>>
>> That much-touted oceanic feeling -
>> how available, you said, how rare
>> the well-and-truly-met 'I and thou'.
>>
>> The surf that day at Torquay, Vic.,
>> rolled mightily in and in
>> all the time we lingered;
>>
>> the wide bay opened
>> to a wider horizon
>> facing all of Bass Strait;
>>
>> displaying three weathers -
>> two dark storms on the move,
>> one bright interval of sun.
>>
>> Our earth and turf lookout
>> encompassed many surfers, tiny
>> against magniloquent rollers;
>>
>> pitting their black-suited glistening
>> physiques crouching, standing
>> against surging whitening greens;
>>
>> triumphing for high prolonged
>> moments until engulfment;
>> boards surfacing again
>>
>> not far from the swimmers,
>> soon up again, paddling back out
>> for more - oceanic appetite.
>>
>> Strenuous pastime! The thrills
>> surely addictive, single selves
>> in the multitudinousness,
>>
>> yet to these old eyes
>> remote, otherworldly.
>> The grand menacing breakers
>>
>> resonate thunderously.
>> Other days, windless, is there no
>> big surf? No throng of seekers?
>>
>> Away from the beach, or there
>> and facing each other, whose meetings
>> prompt the feeling 'well met!'?
>>
>>
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