April 22, 2008. That’s the date that I formally went into restoration. I do know this as a result of it’s the day my daughter was born. It was the day that my surfboard assortment modified without end.
With regards to a surfboard fetish, I had it dangerous. I used to be compulsive… an addict even. I’d see a surfboard I like and I merely needed to have it. I’d sneak new boards out and in of my storage like some type of polyurethane junkie.
Professional Tip: When you hold all of your boards in board baggage or board socks your vital different won’t ever know when there’s a new sled on the rack. And in the event you get all of your customized boards painted the identical coloration they’ll by no means know once you get a new one.
So, in 2008 my daughter was born and, not so conveniently, the underside additionally dropped out of the financial system. Shopping for surfboards on a whim grew to become more durable and more durable to do. Fixing dings and damaged noses has by no means been my forte, however I endured.
It took a few years to comprehend it, however as time handed I discovered I used to be actually solely driving three boards in my assortment of 30 or 40 boards. So, I began promoting off my quiver. I posted on Craigslist; I gave away boards to neighbor children; I “upcycled” a couple into crude hand planes (like ding restore, I additionally suck at shaping). I held onto a few of my extra prized boards, however so far as my on a regular basis surf behavior goes, I’m dwelling a a lot cleaner surf life.
Right here is the lean recipe for achievement that labored for me: