We just got a fresh batch of calipers, from an anonymous source. Down to 1/8 measurement. So you can get super precise.
and at 65buckaroos they're the cheapest in town. Whattttttttt??????????
oh yeah this not how you measure a board
Monday, February 22, 2010
Fresh Batch
We just got a fresh batch of calipers, from an anonymous source. Down to 1/8 measurement. So you can get super precise.
and at 65buckaroos they're the cheapest in town. Whattttttttt??????????
oh yeah this not how you measure a board
Board of the Day
this right here is a 6'2" Mandala Tri-Plane Hull. These boards are the ichiban, all hand shaped and glassed at moonlight glassing.
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you can also pick up one of these Mandala T's
all here at Mitch's North
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you can also pick up one of these Mandala T's
all here at Mitch's North
Friday, February 19, 2010
A Story
Out in the west coast is a very large pond with all kinds of animals, fish, and plants. The smartest creatures were the fish, who had been there as long as anyone could remember.
Now most of the fish were pretty happy with the way things were. They swam around finding Roberto’s to eat, drooling over surfboards, talking about the swell, saying things like “Is it wet enough for you?”
Two fish that never seemed very happy though were Jon and Tony.
What made them unhappy, very unhappy, was a fish named Juice and his dumb round tail.
Juice was different from all the other fish because he had stoke that were very different from everyone else’s. Juice’s stoke were all kinds of flashy colors, orange, blue, red, purple, yellow, bright green, just about every color you could imagine. All the other fish, including Jon and Tony, had gray stoke, some lighter or darker, and were jealous of Juice’s Stoke. Jon and Tony would see Juice go by with his bright stoke and get very jealous and angry.
Jon and Tony started talking about Juice’s bright colorful stoke with all the other gray fish in the pond.
“Don’t you all think Juice should share his stoke with everyone else?” they asked their friends.
Their friends like Kevin and Little Nick hadn’t really thought about Juice’s bright stoke before, but now that they looked at him and then looked at themselves, they started to get jealous too.
The four fish decided to talk to Juice about sharing his stoke. One evening as the warm sun was setting on the edge of the pond, they saw Juice coming back from the south end of the pond.
Jon decided to start off the conversation. “Juice, we have noticed how bright and colorful your stoke is, and we would like you to give us some of it barn. Then we’ll be colorful too and finally be rad.”
Juice struggled to think about what they were asking. “Well,” he said, “I don’t think the stoke would last very long once I give them to you kook. But I can tell you how you can get some colorful stoke of your own”.
The three jealous fish listened to his story and imagined what they'd look like,
but it sounded like a lot of work and they didn’t want to wait for weeks, and certainly a year was too long. So they swam off together and tried to figure out a plan to get Juice’s stoke.
Tony was listening to the other three when he saw Surfride swim by. Surfride was the biggest, ugliest , meanest fish in the pond. Everyone was afraid of him, and even though he was slow, he was very scary.
Tony told the other three “Hey, let’s get Surfride to go over there and take Juice’s stoke and give it to us.”
“Why would Surfride help us?” Kevin asked.
“Let’s make him the king of the pond,” said Little Nick. “We can tell him how nasty Juice is and that Juice stole all the stoke from the other fish. Tell Surfride that he would be doing a good thing by taking the stoke from Juice and giving them equally to everyone else.” Everyone thought the plan was great, and would call CHINA to talk to Surfride as soon as possible.
Early the next morning, the four jealous fish, Jon, Tony, Little Nick, and Kevin, along with some of their not-so-bright friends, found Surfride floating on his back sleeping like a Christenson log.
They woke Surfride up and told him their plan to make him king of the Barnyard. When they told him how Juice had stolen the stoke from everyone else, which was a lie, and that Surfride would be a hero if he could take Juice’s stoke and give them to everyone else, Surfride readily agreed to be their king.
That evening, as the warm sun was setting on the edge of the pond, Juice came along as he usually does from the south end to go home. Surfride and the jealous fish and their friends all swarmed around Juice, making Juice very afraid.
“I am now the King of the Pond,” declared Surfride. “My first act as the good king that I am is to take your bright stoke and give them to the less fortunate fish in the pond that are misinformed about surfboards and where they are made. You have plenty of stoke, and we will not take it all, but everyone deserves to have bright stoke. And besides that, you don’t deserve stoke, you stole it from the other fish.”
Before Juice could say a word, Surfride was ripping the stoke from Juice’s skin, leaving big colorless patches of gray like the other fish. The jealous fish cheered for Surfride, who finally seemed to have found something he was good at.
When Surfride finally finished taking Juice’s stoke, Juice silently slipped away while Surfride turned to other fish.
Surfride had thousands of bright colorful stoke, and started to hand them out a few at a time to the other fish. “Isn’t this great?” said Jon and Tony to the others, as they put some of the colorful stoke over their own gray stoke. All the fish swam around looking at each other, admiring the new stoke, and even happier now that Juice was not as beautiful as he used to be.
They all looked at Surfride , and were surprised that instead of having a few stoke like them, he had hundreds of the bright stoke. When Surfride saw them looking at all the stoke he had kept to himself, he smirked “It’s good to be the king,” and swam off to his home in Corporate China to say hello to his wife Mrs. Seven Fish.
The next morning, the fish of the pond went about their usual business. Jon saw Tony swimming over his way when he noticed something was wrong with Tony’s new stoke.
“Your new stoke is turning gray!” Jon shouted.
Tony shouted back “Jon, your new stoke are turning gray too!”
As the fish all came out to enjoy the day, they noticed that all the colorful stoke were now gray, and that they all looked exactly like they did before they made Surfride king. Even the hundreds of stoke Surfride had kept for himself were now gray and falling off.
That went on for several days. Each day, Juice and his two friends would come back from the south end of the pond, brighter and more colorful than the day before. Surfride and the other fish were really angry now.
Surfride caught them the next day, and took even more of their stoke, giving some of them away to the other fish, but still keeping more of them for himself. For weeks this went on. Juice and his two friends kept having their stoke taken, Surfride got bigger and scarier, and the other fish would get a few stoke once in a while, just to have them turn gray and fall off the next day.
They told Surfride that if all the fish got their own bright stoke, then they wouldn’t need Surfride to be king anymore. When Surfride heard this, he was angry and started looking for a way to stop the colorful fish permanently.
They called all the fish of the pond to a general meeting around the Kook at the end of Manchester. This was a very rare occasion, so all of the fish were interested in what was going on.
There was a huge gasp from the crowd. All the fish started yelling, talking, shouting, and crying. “What has caused this to happen?” they asked.
Jon slowly pointed his fin in the direction of Juice and his two almost fully-colored friends. “Ever since those three have been feeding at the south end of the pond, and getting more colorful. I propose that Surfride be given the authority to stop them from going to the south end. The crowd heard a cough from the back of the crowd. It was Griswald, the oldest fish in the pond, and he asked for the opportunity to speak.
“I’ve lived in this pond for many seasons,” he said, “more than anyone here I think you should shut it. (SAY SOMETHING)
The fish turned back to Jon. He shouted “This old fish is a bastard, and anyone who denies this has to be silenced!
The crowd of fish roared in agreement, and passed a law giving Surfride the power to stop Juice and his friends from going to the south end.
Juice and his friends did stop going to the south end of the pond. Slowly, their stoke started to fade, turning paler and paler until they were as gray as the rest of the fish.
Jon and Tony and the rest of the jealous fish were now very sad at their situation. They were still gray, just like before, but now they had Surfride for a king, and he had gotten meaner and scarier. Not only did Surfride not allow them to talk about chicks, they weren’t allowed to talk about anything, read anything, or do anything that Surfride did not approve of.
The next spring, as the water warmed, the tourist flocked in, and the bikini’s got smaller, other fish said Go Back to CHINA just like the old fish Griswald had predicted. Stoke grew throughout the pond and all the old gray fish who were still jealous of the Juice swam around in misery, waiting for the day when Surfride would finally float to the surface belly-up one last and final time.
MORAL: Shop at Mitch’s
-Thanks, Juice and Griswald
Now most of the fish were pretty happy with the way things were. They swam around finding Roberto’s to eat, drooling over surfboards, talking about the swell, saying things like “Is it wet enough for you?”
Two fish that never seemed very happy though were Jon and Tony.
What made them unhappy, very unhappy, was a fish named Juice and his dumb round tail.
Juice was different from all the other fish because he had stoke that were very different from everyone else’s. Juice’s stoke were all kinds of flashy colors, orange, blue, red, purple, yellow, bright green, just about every color you could imagine. All the other fish, including Jon and Tony, had gray stoke, some lighter or darker, and were jealous of Juice’s Stoke. Jon and Tony would see Juice go by with his bright stoke and get very jealous and angry.
Jon and Tony started talking about Juice’s bright colorful stoke with all the other gray fish in the pond.
“Don’t you all think Juice should share his stoke with everyone else?” they asked their friends.
Their friends like Kevin and Little Nick hadn’t really thought about Juice’s bright stoke before, but now that they looked at him and then looked at themselves, they started to get jealous too.
The four fish decided to talk to Juice about sharing his stoke. One evening as the warm sun was setting on the edge of the pond, they saw Juice coming back from the south end of the pond.
Jon decided to start off the conversation. “Juice, we have noticed how bright and colorful your stoke is, and we would like you to give us some of it barn. Then we’ll be colorful too and finally be rad.”
Juice struggled to think about what they were asking. “Well,” he said, “I don’t think the stoke would last very long once I give them to you kook. But I can tell you how you can get some colorful stoke of your own”.
The three jealous fish listened to his story and imagined what they'd look like,
but it sounded like a lot of work and they didn’t want to wait for weeks, and certainly a year was too long. So they swam off together and tried to figure out a plan to get Juice’s stoke.
Tony was listening to the other three when he saw Surfride swim by. Surfride was the biggest, ugliest , meanest fish in the pond. Everyone was afraid of him, and even though he was slow, he was very scary.
Tony told the other three “Hey, let’s get Surfride to go over there and take Juice’s stoke and give it to us.”
“Why would Surfride help us?” Kevin asked.
“Let’s make him the king of the pond,” said Little Nick. “We can tell him how nasty Juice is and that Juice stole all the stoke from the other fish. Tell Surfride that he would be doing a good thing by taking the stoke from Juice and giving them equally to everyone else.” Everyone thought the plan was great, and would call CHINA to talk to Surfride as soon as possible.
Early the next morning, the four jealous fish, Jon, Tony, Little Nick, and Kevin, along with some of their not-so-bright friends, found Surfride floating on his back sleeping like a Christenson log.
They woke Surfride up and told him their plan to make him king of the Barnyard. When they told him how Juice had stolen the stoke from everyone else, which was a lie, and that Surfride would be a hero if he could take Juice’s stoke and give them to everyone else, Surfride readily agreed to be their king.
That evening, as the warm sun was setting on the edge of the pond, Juice came along as he usually does from the south end to go home. Surfride and the jealous fish and their friends all swarmed around Juice, making Juice very afraid.
“I am now the King of the Pond,” declared Surfride. “My first act as the good king that I am is to take your bright stoke and give them to the less fortunate fish in the pond that are misinformed about surfboards and where they are made. You have plenty of stoke, and we will not take it all, but everyone deserves to have bright stoke. And besides that, you don’t deserve stoke, you stole it from the other fish.”
Before Juice could say a word, Surfride was ripping the stoke from Juice’s skin, leaving big colorless patches of gray like the other fish. The jealous fish cheered for Surfride, who finally seemed to have found something he was good at.
When Surfride finally finished taking Juice’s stoke, Juice silently slipped away while Surfride turned to other fish.
Surfride had thousands of bright colorful stoke, and started to hand them out a few at a time to the other fish. “Isn’t this great?” said Jon and Tony to the others, as they put some of the colorful stoke over their own gray stoke. All the fish swam around looking at each other, admiring the new stoke, and even happier now that Juice was not as beautiful as he used to be.
They all looked at Surfride , and were surprised that instead of having a few stoke like them, he had hundreds of the bright stoke. When Surfride saw them looking at all the stoke he had kept to himself, he smirked “It’s good to be the king,” and swam off to his home in Corporate China to say hello to his wife Mrs. Seven Fish.
The next morning, the fish of the pond went about their usual business. Jon saw Tony swimming over his way when he noticed something was wrong with Tony’s new stoke.
“Your new stoke is turning gray!” Jon shouted.
Tony shouted back “Jon, your new stoke are turning gray too!”
As the fish all came out to enjoy the day, they noticed that all the colorful stoke were now gray, and that they all looked exactly like they did before they made Surfride king. Even the hundreds of stoke Surfride had kept for himself were now gray and falling off.
That went on for several days. Each day, Juice and his two friends would come back from the south end of the pond, brighter and more colorful than the day before. Surfride and the other fish were really angry now.
Surfride caught them the next day, and took even more of their stoke, giving some of them away to the other fish, but still keeping more of them for himself. For weeks this went on. Juice and his two friends kept having their stoke taken, Surfride got bigger and scarier, and the other fish would get a few stoke once in a while, just to have them turn gray and fall off the next day.
They told Surfride that if all the fish got their own bright stoke, then they wouldn’t need Surfride to be king anymore. When Surfride heard this, he was angry and started looking for a way to stop the colorful fish permanently.
They called all the fish of the pond to a general meeting around the Kook at the end of Manchester. This was a very rare occasion, so all of the fish were interested in what was going on.
There was a huge gasp from the crowd. All the fish started yelling, talking, shouting, and crying. “What has caused this to happen?” they asked.
Jon slowly pointed his fin in the direction of Juice and his two almost fully-colored friends. “Ever since those three have been feeding at the south end of the pond, and getting more colorful. I propose that Surfride be given the authority to stop them from going to the south end. The crowd heard a cough from the back of the crowd. It was Griswald, the oldest fish in the pond, and he asked for the opportunity to speak.
“I’ve lived in this pond for many seasons,” he said, “more than anyone here I think you should shut it. (SAY SOMETHING)
The fish turned back to Jon. He shouted “This old fish is a bastard, and anyone who denies this has to be silenced!
The crowd of fish roared in agreement, and passed a law giving Surfride the power to stop Juice and his friends from going to the south end.
Juice and his friends did stop going to the south end of the pond. Slowly, their stoke started to fade, turning paler and paler until they were as gray as the rest of the fish.
Jon and Tony and the rest of the jealous fish were now very sad at their situation. They were still gray, just like before, but now they had Surfride for a king, and he had gotten meaner and scarier. Not only did Surfride not allow them to talk about chicks, they weren’t allowed to talk about anything, read anything, or do anything that Surfride did not approve of.
The next spring, as the water warmed, the tourist flocked in, and the bikini’s got smaller, other fish said Go Back to CHINA just like the old fish Griswald had predicted. Stoke grew throughout the pond and all the old gray fish who were still jealous of the Juice swam around in misery, waiting for the day when Surfride would finally float to the surface belly-up one last and final time.
MORAL: Shop at Mitch’s
-Thanks, Juice and Griswald
Monday, February 15, 2010
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just got a fresh batch of Polyester over here at Mitch's North
So nows your chance to hack out a new stick to plug that hole in your quiver.
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So nows your chance to hack out a new stick to plug that hole in your quiver.
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Juan heck of a hoodie
We just got these budass KooKBoX Hoodies in and are seck breh!
they're thicker and have more of a sturdier feel than your run of the mill American Apparel hipster hooded garment, and they got some patches....oh hoolahan!!!!!!!
The ONLY place you can get these is here at MITCH'S NORTH, So get on it!!!!
-Juice Springsteen "not my boss"
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they're thicker and have more of a sturdier feel than your run of the mill American Apparel hipster hooded garment, and they got some patches....oh hoolahan!!!!!!!
The ONLY place you can get these is here at MITCH'S NORTH, So get on it!!!!
-Juice Springsteen "not my boss"
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Monday, February 8, 2010
BUMP
Had to bump Jim off the top. His fear of being seen in
public was just too much for him to deal with in these
trying times-which in itself is confusing-I don't
think Jim does "off the tops." Even more confusing
is the fact that every blog entry and or comment is
done by Mitch himself. So who is Kenny Bloggins? Is
Jim Swarthow man or machine? Or both? Where did The
Juice go? Are fullsuits on sale? How much? Matuse
too? Maybe we should ask the real question of a shop
that has been a gardening store, a gas station, and a
bar in its previous years, is this place haunted?
Could that explain the confusion of identities and all-
around suspect-ness of the employees? Or am I going
too far? You decide....
-Captain Juan Grande
public was just too much for him to deal with in these
trying times-which in itself is confusing-I don't
think Jim does "off the tops." Even more confusing
is the fact that every blog entry and or comment is
done by Mitch himself. So who is Kenny Bloggins? Is
Jim Swarthow man or machine? Or both? Where did The
Juice go? Are fullsuits on sale? How much? Matuse
too? Maybe we should ask the real question of a shop
that has been a gardening store, a gas station, and a
bar in its previous years, is this place haunted?
Could that explain the confusion of identities and all-
around suspect-ness of the employees? Or am I going
too far? You decide....
-Captain Juan Grande
Took ol' Swarthow a couple weeks of longs days and high tempers trying to deal with the "tech guys" that were trying to fix Jim's robotic foam mowing intelligence. He found that a blue tooth was not enough, he needed the new blue head model from ADD&D. This has been a leap for us here at the shop, the phone is always answered so when you call and hear some breathing, a random burst of profanity, some harsh metal or some power tools grinding away just say "Hey Jim" and he'll be happy to help you with any of your questions or concerns concerning certain concerns.
Calls are answered in the order they are recieved, if you can't reach us you'll probably need a blue head too. -Bloggins-
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Fantastic fibre n foam from Fineline!!
It seems like just a couple years ago I was a grom lurking around the Yater shop, eagerly seeking approval and conversational engagement from all the unique and dignified characters who strolled in and out of the store everyday. There was always ongoing anticipation to hear more than two words out of Renny as he diligently took inventory on boards and wrote down specs for new custom orders. We were just a bunch of kids with too much to say and not enough time to say it in. Renny was living on a different plane than the rest, by all means he was not self righteous or big headed just politely performing on a different level. Unlike Renny there was also a cast of shapers, artists, and surfsters that held a wealth of knowledge deeper than the Surfers Journal archives, willing and enjoying the chance to conversate with me and the other open minds at the shop interested in things other than the newest Lost video. I found myself comfortably encased in a surf community with a swath of heritage and history everywhere I looked. Ceilings lined with loads of boards taken directly from the 50's and 60's beach scenes of Malibu, Rincon, and Hawaii. Dudes coming over from the Beatty shop talking about glassing personal boards for guys like Liddle or Curren. Historians like Kirk Putnam and Jim Mahoney slyly roaming about, telling stories about characters and places only half of which I'd ever heard of. There was Steve Brom and his magic VW Bus whom always seemed to emit some sort of jaw dropping fish design....(About ten years before this mainstay resurgence we exist in now)You could always count on Gene Cooper to bring in some face melting crafts that would halt any promise of adequate customer service for nearly an hour as we quacked about the sickness and derived plans of which of our boards we needed to pawn in order to get our paws on one of Gene's new treats. There was trusty Mike Ferner with his drop of a hat surf report and his stoked on every thread of life jazzmatazz. Now and then was the elusive Bob Duncan quickly dropping off some mind bending, incomprehensible sliders that probably worked better than anybody could even begin to conceive. And then.........There was Brian Hilbers, who felt like more of one of us than any of the cast of characters. BJ was always afire and spry and would have some funny ass tale to tell, more often than not, not about surfing. You could tell in the way he talked and elaborated on things that his knowledge did not exist in one defined capacity but in a broad, insightful and profound data base, with deep files about punk rock; socialism, environment, hydrodynamics and board design, International Scouts, nature and species, camping and hiking, economics, politics.....you name it. An opinion from BJ was something I held true to my growing core of personal and worldly understanding. It was this aura that captured my attention and admiration and would later give me a chance to be a personal friend of the guy. In terms of aesthetics and innovation Brian's love for board building is self evident, in person his enthusiasm and willingness to try anything to make you and your surfing happy makes him one of the greatest shapers in the world. Ten years later I'm here working at Mitch's and we're privileged enough to have Brian's boards on our racks. Here's some new devices from the mind of Mr. Hilbers. -Bloggins-
Jim was staring at the bottom contours of this piece for so long he passed out and I think might be drooling a little bit. Wake up man! I'm sure it turns better in real life than in your dreams!
Here's a swift looking 5' 10" Dirty Sanchez with custom designed and foiled fins by BJ. Slightly towed in keels for more control and carve on such a wide tailed specimen. $675
This is the swallow tail Dirty Sanchez, bamboo fins and a black rip tip dip.
Another P-38 Hull Stub Twin Keel surf device, used for surfing of course.
This one having the wide square tail giving in a bit more lift and planing ability, blasting highline trim capabilities.....
We had him make us a good bundle of these P-38's and D Sanchez' cause they're that good. Come on down to the fun factory and let us sell you a smile machine.
The pee thurdy ate up all the waves every time I rode one.
Ask Jim Swarthow, his grey thurdy ate everything in sight leaving me wondering what happened to all the surf every time I rode with him.
5'11 GeeBee Stub $675 Comes with L flex fin and custom side grabber sharks teeth.
5'9" GeeBee White with purple people eater forehead. Stub a dub Stub, Thanks for the Stub, Yeah BJ! Classic S deck and rail profiles, less swing weight and none of the foam you don't want in all the right places.
Get to the bottom and things get really neat, a box, two side bite holes, a bellied tab with an ever so slightly down rail for more control in tighter turns and steeper sexshuns.
6'8 Wildthing $620 Talk to BJ about the ol' "Bad Acid" tri-plane hull on this one. Wanna go fast? Like a lotta lift? Take the Bad Acid.
7'0 Dirt $620 Much like the Microdirt featured below this is a true displacement hull with foiled rails and s deck contours. Consider this a vehicle for your ability and imagination to get lost within, especially in small speedy dumpers. No training wheels with this one.....
6'2" MP Tan top and bottom, comes with GL Flex Fin and custom side biters.
The MP gives you what you want if you want a shorter hull with a modern downrail towards the fin, allowing for some vertical capabilities and enhanced wraptitude when laying into a cutback. S deck contours for reduced swing weight and proper volume distribution. Just envision Ol' Peterson winding those cutties.
6'6" Microdirt $620 A free form flo sliding device, a displacement hull for an enthusiast looking for that finite attribute all on it's own.
Jim was staring at the bottom contours of this piece for so long he passed out and I think might be drooling a little bit. Wake up man! I'm sure it turns better in real life than in your dreams!
Here's a swift looking 5' 10" Dirty Sanchez with custom designed and foiled fins by BJ. Slightly towed in keels for more control and carve on such a wide tailed specimen. $675
This is the swallow tail Dirty Sanchez, bamboo fins and a black rip tip dip.
Another P-38 Hull Stub Twin Keel surf device, used for surfing of course.
This one having the wide square tail giving in a bit more lift and planing ability, blasting highline trim capabilities.....
We had him make us a good bundle of these P-38's and D Sanchez' cause they're that good. Come on down to the fun factory and let us sell you a smile machine.
The pee thurdy ate up all the waves every time I rode one.
Ask Jim Swarthow, his grey thurdy ate everything in sight leaving me wondering what happened to all the surf every time I rode with him.
5'11 GeeBee Stub $675 Comes with L flex fin and custom side grabber sharks teeth.
5'9" GeeBee White with purple people eater forehead. Stub a dub Stub, Thanks for the Stub, Yeah BJ! Classic S deck and rail profiles, less swing weight and none of the foam you don't want in all the right places.
Get to the bottom and things get really neat, a box, two side bite holes, a bellied tab with an ever so slightly down rail for more control in tighter turns and steeper sexshuns.
6'8 Wildthing $620 Talk to BJ about the ol' "Bad Acid" tri-plane hull on this one. Wanna go fast? Like a lotta lift? Take the Bad Acid.
7'0 Dirt $620 Much like the Microdirt featured below this is a true displacement hull with foiled rails and s deck contours. Consider this a vehicle for your ability and imagination to get lost within, especially in small speedy dumpers. No training wheels with this one.....
6'2" MP Tan top and bottom, comes with GL Flex Fin and custom side biters.
The MP gives you what you want if you want a shorter hull with a modern downrail towards the fin, allowing for some vertical capabilities and enhanced wraptitude when laying into a cutback. S deck contours for reduced swing weight and proper volume distribution. Just envision Ol' Peterson winding those cutties.
6'6" Microdirt $620 A free form flo sliding device, a displacement hull for an enthusiast looking for that finite attribute all on it's own.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Utah, gimme two-
Custom 5'9 P-38 for Jonny Utah from Brian Hilbers/Fineline Surfboards.
Turns out that Bj and I are both nerds of the military aircraft kind. (thems Bj fins too-super thin tippy flexy-see through thin!)
So with this fun-packed wave weapon being named after a fighter/attack/support aircraft from the WWII era, we thought it would be
fun to try and make it look like the real thing.
Really cool to make this happen with Mr. Hilbers. Word is the glassshop had a good time and were proud of this one. Muchos Gracias's
to Beej for the mind-bending shape and stoke of the P-38, and to
Waterman's Guild Board Beautifying Surfboard Factory for the
completely awesome lamination, color, and polish.
I've been on the demo P-38 for five months-usually ride a differentboard almost every day-CAN NOT get off this thing.('til some 6'-10'
told me ta beat it yesterday) I knew the demo would someday leave,
so I got my own. But how do I put wax on such a beautiful board?
Swami's thursday morning. No one out!
Or everyone cleaned up? You decide.
Get right out of Town!!!!
Swami's footage from last night. I'm not exactly sure what emotion this video conjures the most; angst, awe, amp, disbelief, sheer hatred, or longingness? I mean this is just ridiculous, I think there's one wave where someone doesn't get completey Gene Hackmaned and the one's where people get burned the freaking culprits just proceed to shred as if it's there last ringer clip for the new Taylor Steele movie, complete disrespect and disregard for others. I wonder how many days in a row of pumping swami's it would take for these mongrels to share waves and for the crowd to thin to an adequate oxygen level. THREE YEARS STRAIGHT! Maybe. I have surfed out there so many times and been blatantly stuffed by the same four guys every time. The crusty bush lurkers who hang day in and day out on the rocks and in the bushes......Long Hair Larry, Ginger Troll Dave, Crab Stance Steve and Bronze Tan Terry all of whom ride boards with the GH lam on them, I don't think Gary would be very stoked on their antics, I know he wouldn't. Turd on those chumps. I bet over half of these dudes in this video got coal in there stocking's for their burns for turns jocko approach. But damn, I sure would love to get me one of those reelers!!! -Bloggins-
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Dream On.....
There was little reluctancy to get out of bed as there was promise of waves, though not exactly spry I had come to my wits quickly and began to coordinate an exit strategy. Went down stairs and fired up the old van, she usually stutters a bit before coming to her own much like myself. Popped the lock on the garage and lifted the door open upon the sleeping bundle of water boards lining the walls and piled in the corners. In a selfish way I picked the newest one, the one whom I had not shared a lot of special moments with but sure was hoping I would get to in time. Being a 9'11" I also grabbed another much lighter and smaller craft, the epoxy one with the plywood keels on it in case in fact there was a curling face on the wave. That board and I had been getting along great lately. I picked up my rubbery armor and pungent towel off the floor and shut the door on the rest of the willing sticks. I hobbled back up the stairs to forage for some munchables quickly before I was discovered, I had to escape the lair before she woke up and enticed me with tea and delicious, hot, cooked versions of munchability. If I was caught undoubtedly my resistance would be nill and would therefore delay my departure as well as my arrival time to the place, and all I wanted to do was get to the place......quickly. Unaccosted, I made it back to the van with a handful of fruits and a granola guy in my pocket. Rolling out of my driveway there was always a blurry recollection of the buoy and swell reports i'd read the night before fumbling around in my head and faint, self directed questions and answers like, " I wonder if there's enough tide for....... well, no that's what happened the other day...nahhhhhhhhhhh...but Kev said it looked pretty good yesterday maybe i'll scroll up there'' No matter what these contemplations formulated it was unlikely they would change my routine. A creature of habits loves it's habits and I was most definitely a creature, a tall, lanky, toe headed one at that. Passing under the bridge to the coast highway and leaving the wretched world of 9 to 5's and gridlock lunch break traffic that exists in the opposite direction always gives me a tinge of pride and self reassurance about the pawn I play in the whole thing. My existence played out on a six mile stretch of beach land with no need for a freeway or mega store unless provoked by a broken coffee pot or a flight out of town. I hung a left on the coasty and strolled slowly down the highway through some stop lights, laughing at the usual crusters who are yelling and swaggering about with their 80 0z. seven eleven coffees and mangy dogs. The exercisers were about everywhere, people stirring for foods, funds, and fun emerging from their nests to enjoy this beach haven. I glance over in a moment of serendipity as I see that the front row parking spot is open in front of my joint. I meander in after a few "mornin guys" and "what's happenin duders" with the patio laxers. Grab a cup of my favorite black stuff and pick out the doughnut. The honey one. I love that one. Carina or Cesar usually have something funny to say as they ring up my purchase which is consistantly pennies on the dollar as I have had several come and go stints of employment at the establishment. A couple blocks behind the bistro I can scope the spot, from the north side, intently disassembling the conditions and crudely trying to make what seems like a very important decision -Boneys or not? The tide is high and will be waxing for a little while more and without much swell the choice is not the place. The creaturely habits direct the bus on down the highway to the place where they put that funny looking metal sculpture that kind of looks like a surfer. Yeah that place. Well, I surf there cause I don't know why, today I'll surf there cause I don't know why, I guess it feels comfortable. Oh yeah and I can secretly spy on the Creef making sure its not working really good and if it is I'm a short paddle away. I think the long board thing is the the reason for my sometimes ill searched surf squanderances. When you ride a longboard it always seems fun, you don't worry about if the waves are going to be good. Just paddle out and slide around. Simplifying things has become more and more attractive to me these days, logging dilutes the seriousness of what you're doing out there and how ripping everyone thinks they are. At least in my case I feel some sort of odd satisfaction by being viewed as garish and kooky by all the disillusioned, shortboard riding, red bull hopefuls who jog up and down the beach in between losing their board trying to punt stink bug double grab airs. Then again, my intimate moments of weightlessness in dablings of trim on two foot surf probably gives them as much stoke as driving down to San Diego State for their next communications class. Well, we all live in an evolving summation of what we've seen and what we've experienced first hand, most assumptions and deductions refer to only what we don't fully understand or are not willing to try due to how somethings been marketed and who it's captured to embrace it. My theoretical imbalances are often weighed in the water while waiting for knee to waist high mole hills. I spot an oddly wedging little slant forming across the way and stroke earnestly toward it, somehow innately knowing this is going to be the one wave of the day that will actually have a little bowl. I sweep in left and swing my board drastically to the right, slightly stalling me in the bottom of the crest as I crouch and grab my rail behind me and bring my head close to the face of the wave. The curve of the wave is not like any of the other today, steeper and more taught, I suddenly find myself slyly hiding under a thin roof of water with four feet of board sticking out front of me and a view that will make my day a whole lot better than I thought it was going to be. Squirting out of more of a head dip than anything I coast the wave all the way to the sand honoring it's merit and that fact that I've got to be to work in about fifteen minutes. It's funny walking up the beach looking out to the line up and seeing these tiny little jib waves passing by and knowing just how much stoke you can get from a little conversation with one, it's like being part of a secret club that knows the meaning of life. I slip the log into my vanski once again and barrel down the road another two miles to the job, park in the neighborhood and grab my stuff for the day. I roll through the front door ten minutes late greeted with smiles and "Yeah Stickman, you get some little reelers?" Smiling, I'm just about summon a comedic rebutle when a faintly recongnizable sound begins to overwhelm my senses, growing in intensity........bbbrrrduduDING! bbbrRRDUDUDING! BBBRRUDUDING! My eyes peel open slowly and I reach over for the phone. "Hello?" "Hi Nick it's Chris from oncology at Dr. Conrath's office calling to tell you your appointment tomorrow has been moved to three o clock ok?" "Yeah that's fine" I mumble in haggardness. I hang up the phone and roll over and peer out the foggy window at the bird feeder. It's grey again but the snow is melting, there's a few bird buddies sessioning the feeder but the rest of the world seems asleep. It's cold in my room, always, I sit up and rub my hand over my head where there used to be hair....."I had a dream I was living the dream" I thought. It was just like I remembered.
-Bloggins-
-Bloggins-
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