April 22, 2008. That’s the date that I formally went into restoration. I know this mainly because it is the working day my daughter was born. It was the working day that my surfboard collection improved without end.
When it will come to a surfboard fetish, I had it terrible. I was compulsive… an addict even. I’d see a surfboard I like and I just had to have it. I would sneak new boards in and out of my garage like some kind of polyurethane junkie.
Professional Idea: If you preserve all your boards in board bags or board socks your sizeable other will never know when there’s a new sled on the rack. And if you get all your personalized boards painted the same shade they’ll never know when you get a new 1.
So, in 2008 my daughter was born and, not so conveniently, the base also dropped out of the economy. Buying surfboards on a whim grew to become tougher and tougher to do. Repairing dings and damaged noses has never been my forte, but I endured.
It took a couple of many years to comprehend it, but as time handed I uncovered I was really only riding three boards in my collection of 30 or forty boards. So, I started off marketing off my quiver. I posted on Craigslist I gave absent boards to neighbor little ones I “upcycled” a pair into crude hand planes (like ding maintenance, I also suck at shaping). I held on to a couple of of my additional prized boards, but as significantly as my everyday surf habit goes, I’m residing a a great deal cleaner surf daily life.
Here is the lean recipe for good results that labored for me: