Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Not a lot of surfing on my nearly 2 week winter vacation. But that's okay cuz I've been getting a lot of projects done. I'm putting myself through my own version of a training camp. Lifting lots massive weights, kickboxing the shit out of inanimate objects, sweating, and stretching the hammys. Found some parts for the Super Van at the junkyard yesterday, then washed and waxed it today. Right after that I drove down to the Quinn's wine locker at Renegade Wines to do a little inventory for them. It's part of my side gig. They downsized to a 9500 square foot home and have enough wine to fill 20,000 square feet. One bottle is super incredi and worth something like 30K. Damm! I'd sell that thing and either move to Bali for 4 years of feral surfing or buy a bunch of hookers and blow. Happy New Years Hangover everybody.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
All these snow storms across the US have me frothing. I should be in the mountains, since we've got no waves. I'd really love to be hunkered down during a snowstorm chuggin eggnog after a long day on the slopes. Maybe a couple White Russians wrapped around me. But I'm not. I'm staying put in Santa Barbara this year. It's the first time in a long time that I haven't gone anywhere during time off. I'm a loser.
Here's another pic from the old Jeff while living large in Sun Valley. That winter was gnarly. We had at least 30 powder days before Christmas. I got sick of sweeping off the snow every morning to get the Super Van on the road. It's parked outside the Pink House. It's painted pink on the inside, like living in a bagina. I loved that house until we tried to get our deposit back.
Monday, December 22, 2008
This winter was starting off real slow for my bros in the Great Northwest. They were pissin and moanin a couple weeks ago. There were no resorts open and shreddars were jonzin. What a difference a little snowy weather makes. Portland and Seattle are snowed in with the Blizzard of Christmas 2008. The airports are closed, busses are sliding onto I-5, and Tonto wrecked his Audi. The mountains are getting pummeled. Dudes are claiming "Best Opening Day ever". There's no let up in sight. I wish I was up there shreddin Queen Anne, Vermont Street, or Gabriel Park. Back in the winter of 86, during a couple snowdays, I was slayin it in SW Portland with my buds Bryan Finke and Jon Olson. We found a little hill and build a mega-booter. Finke had gotten a Burton Performer the year earlier and I had just picked up a black Sims 1400FE Pro. The first year that snowboards had metal edges instead of those stupid skegs. Tom Triek from The Oregonian must have strolled past and been overpowered by our awesomeness. He snapped some pics for all to behold on the front page. I think I'm rockin my army surplus lether mitts, Burton beanie, jeans, and jacket with lift ticket still firmly attached. Momma Recluse dated the pic as 2/14/86.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
It's the saturday before Christmas and Santa Barbara has no waves. Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck!!! So it's on to plan B....a day spent buying crap, fixing shit, cleaning things, and going to the gym a couple times. During the ridiculously slow start to the season, I've gotten all of my miscellaneous stuff done. I'm digging deep to find random projects to kill time. While I was cruizing past the Funk Zone, I saw Point Concept Ryan's SuperVolvo was parked outside his shaping bay. So there was a good chance he was stumbling around covered in fiberglass and huffing resin. I wanted to ask when my new board is getting started so I can take some pics. Plus I was cracked out on coffee before kickboxing, so I swung around to take a peek. Santa Barbara Seals guy JP was out front with a bunch of kids and power tools. What the hell? They were busy slicing up some pine boards making Alaia wooden planks for shreddin. It was pretty cool. I'd like to take one for a spin if I ever get sick of surfing on boards with fns. Ryan walked over with some kind of exotic cork or balsa railed 6'5" that was getting glassed. It would be fun to get some waves to ride that thing. Man, I remember when we had waves. It was an awesome time back then. I remember spending the day at the beach...then eating...then immediately getting my sloth on. Maybe soon it'll start pumping just like the Northwest that's getting pummeled with snow right now. Fuck you surf. Fuck you.