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I neither bought it nor ever owned my own surfable board, Max. I just liked the company for a while. Even now, some thirty years after I last butted out, I still also prefer the company of smokers too. They have time. Like to think you play some pretty awesome air mandolin nowadays. On 31/08/2012, at 5:22 PM, Max Richards wrote: > 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. >> >> >> On 29/08/2012, at 3:21 PM, Max Richards wrote: >> >>> 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!'? >>> >>> > >