Finally got some cracking little knee-high peelers today. Offshore, clean as a whistle, boardies - sweet.
Got down before the sun was up, opened the car door and heard that magic sound of waves breaking. I was frothier than a dog with rabies. I was fair dinkum that excited I ripped me board off the roof and did the Harold Holt down the beach that fast, I would've won gold at the olympics.
I've said it a million times and I'll say it again, the Style is weapon...
