Longboard Review: Surftech Mickey Munoz Glide 11 Footer

Last year, my bud (who's not much of a surfer, but has bucks) picked up an 11 foot Surftech Mickey Munoz Glide with a beautiful aloha print on the deck in red.  Anyway, he splashed around with it in a few beach breaks a couple of times, which was hilarious by the way, and then it sat in his garage for a year.  Well, I finally convinced him to let me repair a couple of dings (always works) and I've had it in my garage ever since.  

So, for all of you that think 11 foot boards would be more aptly referred to as "piers," let me tell you... the board is a kick to ride.  Not just anywhere, of course.  But catch the right day at Sano and you'll be hootin' and hollerin' in no time.

It's not a turning machine, by any means, but once you set your line, there's no stopping it.  And it paddles like it's got an inboard motor in it.  Plus, while you're bobbing and waiting for the next set, you can always go below and mix a cocktail.

Try one.  Just convince one of your rich friends he needs one... take him to a beach break where he's destined to bang it up... offer to repair it... and presto: your very own cruiser!

Bonga Bonga Bonga!

Bonga Perkins is a world champion once again. He won the Oxbow World Longboard Tour Championships, held November 5-9, at San Onofre State Beach.  Congrats to Bonga, he deserves this win.

It's Clearly NOT a Sport!

After 44 years of hangin' at the shack and hangin' ten out front, I've come to the conclusion that surfing is NOT a sport... it's a disease.  (Come on... if alcoholism is a disease, then surfing certainly is as well.  After all, surfing ruins lives too.  Name one Fortune 500 CEO, President of the United States, or other classic overachiever that's a die hard surfer.  Can't?  Thought so.)

According to good ole' Merriam Webster, a "disease" is defined as: 

A condition that impairs normal functioning and is typically manifested by distinguishing signs and symptoms.

Well, need I say more?  Surfing definitely impairs normal functions.  I mean, getting up at 5 AM, after partying most of the night, and driving down to the beach while it's still dark, and then putting on a cold & sandy wetsuit in order to go out into water that's 60 degrees, give or take... all to catch a wave and ride it for maybe 30 seconds?  Normal?  Not even close.

And, as far as "signs and symptoms"  are concerned, Dude... it was epic!  You've got to be kidding. Surfers don't even talk like normal people.

Think I'm wrong?  Then post your lame argument here, where me and my bros can ridicule it... and you, for that matter.