The Hangover

We surfed our favorite state beach a couple of hours ago. Windy. Small. Too little tide.

It just felt good to get in and wash the lingering hangover away.

Party's over. Hit the showers. Pack our shit. Put the logs on the roof racks and pile in.

We pull out of the parking lot and start jamming home.

Thud.

I recognize that sound. I've heard it before. We look back, two boards are 100 feet behind us in the middle of the road. The third, which was on the bottom, flew over the guard rail and is sitting in the bike line of PCH southbound.

All in all, it could have been worse. We could have killed someone in some sort of negligent surfboard manslaughter. Three smashed tails, scuffed rails, and chipped fins....not bad.


















In my years surfing I can remember seeing or hearing about the following boards flying off the top of the car I was in, or a friends car. In no particular order.

9'6" EC Diamond Sled, the tan one, less than 2 weeks old.
6'6" Joel Tudor Good Karma Model.
9'0" Pearson Arrow.
6'0" Chas.
9'0" Hobie.

This one brings a tear to my eye:
9'2" fully restored, cherry as fuck, Bing Nuuhiwa Noserider. Forest green with red glass on pivot fin

And today's casualties:
9'2" EC Daddy-O
9'3" EC Pistolero
9'4" Lemire squaretail noserider

Please feel free to add any of your sleds to the comments section.