Aloha and thanks for all the good stoke brohams.
I was shocked at all the responses to the post. So many names bring back so many good memories. I was going to write a response to each of you but my english isn't so good any more. I started to run out of words and my humor bone was failing. Anyway, here's a sample: I just started with the first response and jumbled it into the next...
Dr. Winter I presume... Believe it or Not, according to Ripely, and other sources, I still have those side biters for the GO board that I never passed on to your wife or yourself for that matter. I live in shame not getting them to you guys before I walked into oblivion, but heck, I think I still have them in my time capsule that smells like, well, an old wetsuit. YUK!
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Robert H of Pulaski on the Shire; One of my worst memories was trying to get up on a wake board with 2 epic fails. Sheesh, how much water can a guy swallow and get BEHIND his eyelids and into his nose. Is that what Water Boarding torture is?? You guys were laughing from the boat (like I would have done) and I think you said something like, "Just relax and feel the flow of the water under the board" One of my best memories was getting up on that board after my 3rd try. It was like your first water start on a windsurfer. It felt like GOD, herself, picked you out of the water, by the jock strap, and placed you a top of the wake, and issued this command; "Go forth onto the wake my son, Shred the Gnar."
Barry P, I think there was something I wrote way back in the long ago that might be on this site, maybe not. It wasn't very elegant, pithy or smart, it was just about
a beautiful encounter we had racing against each other, and perhaps ourselves, at a Mille Lacs Crossing. It was the most gorges day I ever had sailing. Barry and I took a big chance and sailed high on the lake hoping for a clocking wind so we could zoom down on the finish line and show those other "experts" how it was done. Turns out the wind didn't shift and it was me and Barry tacking back and forth from Malmo to Garison, all alone, on the North side of the lake. We'd cross paths every 10 minutes or so. We'd wave at each other and blow into our hands to warm them up. It was strange. I wanted to beat this guy with the silver helmet to the finish line but I wanted us both to finish, no matter what, but that's another story. Barry beat me by a good 20 minutes. I will never forget the time up there, above the others on the north shore. I was at peace with myself and enjoying whatever god, or nature, put in front of me.
DaveC, No Way! I remember you as a force of nature. I've never seen someone put so much energy into something and have such a great result. It was
so awesome to see you on the Green Lake sessions just absolutely no fear and tearing it up. If I could have a smile like your's I'd steal it!! Whatch your
top knot! Are you kiting now? Heck, is everyone kiting now?!?!?
Brian S and Mike D, You guys have given me so much it would be impossible to pay you back. Helping me learn, Gorge memories and monstrous
Mille Lacs sessions. I remember that one time when the waves were so big that I couldn't see...
Stories could go on and on etc, etc, etc...
Mahaolos
Eddie Would Go.
Thanks for that Chris B.
-eric
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