Fuck Fuck Fuck the Luck…

Are you one of those people where everything that you touch turns to gold? Or are you the one that everything you touch fucking falls apart? Good luck? Bad luck? Luck of the Irish? Karma? Who fucking knows… It’s kind of my own voodoo curse I guess. So dig this shit man…

I get ‘FREE’ offers for things from people from time to time because of the work I do with this site. Some are good. Most are flat out a waste of time. Pure junk. Well, I may have just totally thrown away a winning lottery ticket. Kind of sort of.

I’ve been in bad need of a new board. My last couple of boards got all fucked up over the last year. I didn’t really care. Honestly, those boards just weren’t worth a shit. My favorite boards as most of you know are fish. From 5’ 5” to 5’ 9”. Bunker Spreckels also loved fish. I’ve studied his fish designs and have been trying to track down some of his old boards but no luck. I called Art Brewer trying to get more information and he gave me some good insights. Art said Bunker had boards stored all over the world. All I wanted was the dimensions so I could have my shaper recreate one for me. A good fish, I mean really good fish is hard to find.

I got a phone call from someone who said they may have something for me. But it wasn’t an ordinary fish. It was a mock-up of one of Bunk’s first fish designs. Exactly. The rails were awesome. A perfect glass job. Nice twins. This was as close as I’m ever going to get to her. I said I’m so interested. How much??? FREE! All I had to do was wait a few weeks for it to arrive. That’s it. Just fucking wait? I’m in like Errol Flynn baby. I can make that happen. No problem.

About 2 weeks later, I get a call from a friend who tells me there is a nice swell coming in over at Nags Head, NC. I told him that I couldn’t go because I had a board coming and had to wait on it to be delivered. He said, “Dude, you got a fucking neighbor. Just tell him to wait on it for you and you’re in like Errol Flynn.” Nice idea. So I go next door and ask Hector if he can take the package for me the following week while I’m out of town. He says no problem. Done deal and I’m golden for Nags Head.

Fuck the Luck

Surf kicks ass in Nags. I get back waiting to see my fish. No fish. No Hector. What the fuck man? I find out later that Hector was arrested 2 days before the board got there. He got pinched selling fake Timex watches at the airport. I call the people who had the board shipped. They tell me the package was left at the front door. Shit is gonzo man. It’s nowhere to be found.

The moral of this story is, when you’re asked to wait for that once in a lifetime opportunity, just fucking wait… Yeah, I fucked up man.

As Jack Johnson sings,,, that board and I would have been better together…

~RS