Sticky Wicket Wednesday Surf & Culture Report
Lost Boys & Co...
A fin is a fin is a fin... Well, it's not always so simple... Like this rising sun number that Ché is laminating for the balsa blade that he (with minimal help from the Professor) is getting ready to set up. It consists of pine, redwood, walnut and purple heart. The purple heart really pops out when you get a little resin on the surface. The whole enchilada should be getting glassed on Friday. The question is: "Is it going to be ridden?" The Professor says: "Yeah, at least once..."
Another beautiful morning and not a cloud in the sky. Unlimited visibility with Catalina looking like it's heading full steam for the mainland. Winds are offshore at 2.2kts and the sea surface is glassy. The air temperature at checkout was 45.1° and the water at the buoy is 56.8°. Rasta Pete was with the guards in Hermosa when they dropped the thermometer off the pier and he swears it came up 52.3°! Pete's calling for a winter in the 1969 mold, when it was huge and the water got down to the high 40's! Brrr... High tide is at 5:20am +5.9' and low tide will be at 12:16pm +0.2'. The buoy is reading a small 1.6' swell out of 206° SSW. We're calling it 1' to 2' and it's poor to poorer...
Move over Danger Boy, Tandis Morgan lives on the edge. It wasn't enough that she got thrown from her horse a couple of weeks ago. A slight concussion, sprained wrist - flesh wounds. She was in Brother's trying to fix a hinge on the stainless cabinet below the counter. She popped the cap off the top of the hinge and grabbed the door with some pliers, just as the spring holding the whole mess together rocketed out of the sleeve holding it. It had a muzzle velocity roughly equal to a Springfield .30-06 on steroids. It glanced off of her forehead, hit the brim of her hat and took off across the room barely missing paying customers, including Ché, who didn't want his breakfast ventilated! Her first question: "Where's the spring?" It was later she noticed the blood. Two perfect little holes in her forehead right above her left eye oozing a bit of crimson. Later she thought, "I could'a had a spring coming out of my eye." Everyone put her at ease, though. They all agreed she would'a looked great with a patch!
"When the surf breaks, we'll fix it..."
The Professor!!
A fin is a fin is a fin... Well, it's not always so simple... Like this rising sun number that Ché is laminating for the balsa blade that he (with minimal help from the Professor) is getting ready to set up. It consists of pine, redwood, walnut and purple heart. The purple heart really pops out when you get a little resin on the surface. The whole enchilada should be getting glassed on Friday. The question is: "Is it going to be ridden?" The Professor says: "Yeah, at least once..."
Another beautiful morning and not a cloud in the sky. Unlimited visibility with Catalina looking like it's heading full steam for the mainland. Winds are offshore at 2.2kts and the sea surface is glassy. The air temperature at checkout was 45.1° and the water at the buoy is 56.8°. Rasta Pete was with the guards in Hermosa when they dropped the thermometer off the pier and he swears it came up 52.3°! Pete's calling for a winter in the 1969 mold, when it was huge and the water got down to the high 40's! Brrr... High tide is at 5:20am +5.9' and low tide will be at 12:16pm +0.2'. The buoy is reading a small 1.6' swell out of 206° SSW. We're calling it 1' to 2' and it's poor to poorer...
Move over Danger Boy, Tandis Morgan lives on the edge. It wasn't enough that she got thrown from her horse a couple of weeks ago. A slight concussion, sprained wrist - flesh wounds. She was in Brother's trying to fix a hinge on the stainless cabinet below the counter. She popped the cap off the top of the hinge and grabbed the door with some pliers, just as the spring holding the whole mess together rocketed out of the sleeve holding it. It had a muzzle velocity roughly equal to a Springfield .30-06 on steroids. It glanced off of her forehead, hit the brim of her hat and took off across the room barely missing paying customers, including Ché, who didn't want his breakfast ventilated! Her first question: "Where's the spring?" It was later she noticed the blood. Two perfect little holes in her forehead right above her left eye oozing a bit of crimson. Later she thought, "I could'a had a spring coming out of my eye." Everyone put her at ease, though. They all agreed she would'a looked great with a patch!
The Professor!!
