April 22, 2008. That is the date that I formally went into restoration. I know this for the reason that it is the day my daughter was born. It was the day that my surfboard selection transformed endlessly.
When it will come to a surfboard fetish, I experienced it poor. I was compulsive… an addict even. I’d see a surfboard I like and I only experienced to have it. I would sneak new boards in and out of my garage like some form of polyurethane junkie.
Professional Suggestion: If you retain all your boards in board bags or board socks your important other will by no means know when there is a new sled on the rack. And if you get all your tailor made boards painted the similar shade they’ll by no means know when you get a new just one.
So, in 2008 my daughter was born and, not so conveniently, the base also dropped out of the economy. Getting surfboards on a whim turned tougher and tougher to do. Repairing dings and broken noses has by no means been my forte, but I endured.
It took a couple of years to comprehend it, but as time passed I identified I was definitely only using three boards in my selection of thirty or 40 boards. So, I began marketing off my quiver. I posted on Craigslist I gave absent boards to neighbor young ones I “upcycled” a couple into crude hand planes (like ding mend, I also suck at shaping). I held onto a couple of of my far more prized boards, but as far as my every day surf behavior goes, I’m living a significantly cleaner surf everyday living.
Right here is the lean recipe for success that worked for me: