10.2.06
After sifting through the thousand or so entries for the Creatures of Leisure board bag give away it was concluded that poor Luke Preddy had the worst surf trip story out of anyone. Thank you to everyone for participating and to Creatures for giving away the glorious product.
MY WORST SURF TRIP
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I caught the train from Sutherland Station down to Stanwell Park with a few friends. This is where the problems began because I lost all my food money for the weekend, presumably on the train, but didn’t realise until I was down there.
Where we got off the train there is a massive hill. The trip was around the time that Solo advertisement used to be on – where the guy surfs down a hill on a bin – and what happens to be sitting at the top of the hill? Of course, a bin. I had never done this before and was unaware you couldn’t steer them very well. I realised this once I’d started picking up a bit of speed and was on course for big, goddamned park truck. I can’t turn the thing so I have to bail; banging my head and skinning my elbows. Unfortunately the bin continues on the same path, not losing an ounce of speed, and drives straight into the truck, denting the grill and smashing the lights.
Needless to say I shit myself, envisioning the size of the trucker that might accompany that truck, and sprint to the beach as fast as I can. After remaining anonymously hidden for a couple of hours, I realise to my horror that I have lost one of my fins out of my backpack. Eventually I assure myself that no one is looking for me anyway and set about finding my friends.
All is well until later that night when some locals began pelting my friends and I with eggs and then rocks. We decided to retaliate and began hurling rocks back but eventually it stops. We assume they got sick of it but as it turns out I had actually maimed one of them in the head. A short while later this meat-axe turns up demanding to know who’d hit his brother. The guy had obviously given his brother my description because he marches straight over to me and lays me out cold with one punch. My friends plead my case for me and eventually the meat-axe calms down. He says he’s sorry and helps me off the ground but unfortunately I’ve still got a massive black eye.
We went to bed expectantly only to wake up to the sight of onshore slop. We go out anyway but it’s complete shit. I decide it’s time to cut my losses and pack my bag for the trip home. I put my thongs on and slip my shoes into my bag. I managed to have a bit of a snooze on the train which was nice. When I get home and unpack my bag though I’m horrified to find one of my new ES skate shoes has gone the way of my other fin. Just friggen one of course.
So that’s my worst surf trip. I lost my money and had no food. Smashed a truck as well as myself. Lost a fin to go with the shoe and copped a shiner that would last a week.
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LUKE PREDY
MY WORST SURF TRIP
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I caught the train from Sutherland Station down to Stanwell Park with a few friends. This is where the problems began because I lost all my food money for the weekend, presumably on the train, but didn’t realise until I was down there.
Where we got off the train there is a massive hill. The trip was around the time that Solo advertisement used to be on – where the guy surfs down a hill on a bin – and what happens to be sitting at the top of the hill? Of course, a bin. I had never done this before and was unaware you couldn’t steer them very well. I realised this once I’d started picking up a bit of speed and was on course for big, goddamned park truck. I can’t turn the thing so I have to bail; banging my head and skinning my elbows. Unfortunately the bin continues on the same path, not losing an ounce of speed, and drives straight into the truck, denting the grill and smashing the lights.
Needless to say I shit myself, envisioning the size of the trucker that might accompany that truck, and sprint to the beach as fast as I can. After remaining anonymously hidden for a couple of hours, I realise to my horror that I have lost one of my fins out of my backpack. Eventually I assure myself that no one is looking for me anyway and set about finding my friends.
All is well until later that night when some locals began pelting my friends and I with eggs and then rocks. We decided to retaliate and began hurling rocks back but eventually it stops. We assume they got sick of it but as it turns out I had actually maimed one of them in the head. A short while later this meat-axe turns up demanding to know who’d hit his brother. The guy had obviously given his brother my description because he marches straight over to me and lays me out cold with one punch. My friends plead my case for me and eventually the meat-axe calms down. He says he’s sorry and helps me off the ground but unfortunately I’ve still got a massive black eye.
We went to bed expectantly only to wake up to the sight of onshore slop. We go out anyway but it’s complete shit. I decide it’s time to cut my losses and pack my bag for the trip home. I put my thongs on and slip my shoes into my bag. I managed to have a bit of a snooze on the train which was nice. When I get home and unpack my bag though I’m horrified to find one of my new ES skate shoes has gone the way of my other fin. Just friggen one of course.
So that’s my worst surf trip. I lost my money and had no food. Smashed a truck as well as myself. Lost a fin to go with the shoe and copped a shiner that would last a week.
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LUKE PREDY
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