Turbo Blast
The Art And Craft of catching waves is governed by practices so inscrutable and impenetrable to the uninitiated as to be akin to Black Magic. Novices such as myself, well and truly noviciated after several years of practising The Craft with little discernible progress, if any, devote every waking hour to the analysis of every perceivable, and, frequently, unperceivable, detail, approach, strategy and angle of the craft. These attempts at deciphering the unfathomable are then followed by commendable if doomed and ineffective efforts of translating formulated theory into successful practice. Occasionally lucky flukes serve to brighten the day and harden the obstinate will to persist in the folly, and they are invariably followed by setbacks the depressive nature of which is only matched by the magnitude and spectacularness of the mishaps, wipe-outs and stacks that they manifest themselves as. So, on this day I was bravely and futilely flapping my arms around and kicking my ...