why kneeboard riders cannot be trusted
It’s hard to write something negative about blokes you’ve known and liked for years, but we’ll make the exception with a couple here.
First name John, known as Deadly.
John is a big set of a fella with a pair of knees like Humvee hubcaps. He’s a kneeboarder. How he gets out in some of the bigger stuff confounds us all, put it down to an overpowering greed maybe because the old boy does blow a bit under pressure. Still good for a chat though, Deadly is always on the ball.
The biggest reason for wanting him to join a cappella outfit and sing at DY on weekends is that he only wants waves if somebody else is on it. He’s a sharer that way, and he’s probably singing from the same sheet today. This is a common enough fault with some under-powered boardriders but it cannot be suffered if the offender is on his knees when he’s doing it.
A man on his knees should be bloody submissive .. ! This is human nature at work. How many times do we have to shout that down at you?
He paddled out at Barrenjoey corner one fine day did Deadly, paddled right up to his good old mate who had been waiting twenty minutes for that one-wave set that had just appeared on the horizon. Reached him just as the wave got catchable, said hiya pete then swung right around and grabbed it.
Reminded me of another kneelo from Mona Vale, we’ll call him Mike. Lovely fellow, salt of the earth. He had the look of a Mona Lisa as he slipped away with your wave.
‘ Sorry mate, I thought you wanted the next one.’ This plus a lovely big mile when he got back out, then he’d start talking about ways to cook marinara.
header pic – greenough @ lennox ’66