The First Annual Endless Bummer NY No Surf Surf Blog of Champions Name-My-Board Inevitable-Disaster Online Poll Competition of Champions Champions

Inevitably you find the rails a bit too non existent. And along with that the fins and any proportional amount of control you may be used to. Of course you also happen upon the increased float, a key arena of pleasure. In the end it's a bit like riding a plastic toboggan on a slushy hill. The sort of slushy hill that is already exposing clumps of dirt and matted grass thanks to a thankfully early spring, kicking up cold mud and bits of rock. Then there's the gnawing and equally inevitable humility component. You pump yourself up, reminding yourself how many different boards you've ridden in how many different conditions over the years, but there's something about riding around with a nine foot pink softtop on the roof of your car that can't help but take you down a peg. Over the winter in California, I rode nothing but softies for half a month. More as a lark than anything else. From Blacks to Old Mans and nearly everything in between. For the past week, thanks to Ty Breuer, I've been riding nothing but that pink foamy. Less as a lark and more as a proper experiment. And if you've been around Washington or Lafayette the last few days, you'll notice I've been having a ball. I think my quiver finally has its swiss army knife. And so, without further do... help me name my board (in the comments section.)