ou’re
a surfer. You've surfed for a good part of your life. An important
part of your life. That best part of your life you've always cherished.
Years shared with your best buddies.
Dawn patrols. Drive 50, maybe 60 miles to surf that special break.
First time out at Sunset Beach. Experiences you'll never forget.
And the ocean was your world.
As a kid you learned to bodysurf, boogieboard, dive, spearfish,
sail, windsurf. Maybe you
lifeguarded,
rowed a dory or paddled an outrigger canoe. Learned how to use a
paddleboard for rescues.
And
it's been a part of your life you don't want to abandon.
Ever.
And maybe you even made a vow.
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ure.
But then life happens. To everyone. High school ended. Then maybe
the service; maybe college; maybe both. You kept surfing as much
and whenever you could. Saving your stroke .
Work;
good job. That girl. Marriage. Kids.
And
pretty soon you're surfing on day a week.
Then
a month.
Then
on vacations.
Pretty
soon you started seeing yourself as a has been who never was.
Still,
you've never forgotten just what all that meant to you; how much
it meant. In your heart you'll always be a surfer. |
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one day you go to paddle out. You know it after 50 strokes. It isn't
coming easy. Arms feel like rubberbands. A set hits you and stops
you dead. You get to the break and you're winded.
Net
set comes rolling through and you go to take off. Miss the wave.
Whip a turn. Only to find you're too far inside for the second.
Paddle to get over and get ...
Fill
in the blanks.
Whatever
it was that happened, we've all felt it. It takes something away
we'ed all like to get back.
We'd
all like to be the surfers we always believed we were. Shoulda,
woulda, coulda. We admit it. The size 30" trunks don't fit
any longer. You can see it in the mirror. |
ow's
your chance to create another alternative.
That
swell won't wait for you for you to make the important calls. Won't
wait for you to sign that contract. Pick up the kids. Go to that
damn meeting.
Nope.
What
you'll get - if you're lucky - is leftovers. Or worse. The flats.
But
when you won a Waterman it;s all good.
Flats?
You can paddle a Waterman a mile in 5 minutes. 20 minutes gives
you the paddling equivalent of two day's worth of Mainland wave
riding. |
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the deal is nobody ever forgets how to ride a wave. What we forget
- what our bodies forget - is how to paddle.
So
if you own a Waterman any time's a good time.
Think
about that.
It's
always your call. No down time.
Think
about that. |
Think
about that.
It'a
always your call. No down time sloppy, flat, choppy, windy. You
can beach launch and go.
And
when the next swell comes, you're ready.
Need
any other reasons? |