The old feller handed down his old pig to me (well more like I dislodged it from the bowels of his shed yeah

) ..... bloody heavy old girl 10'er wouldn't have a clue who shaped her but it was US of Yank made ..... was pretty easy to get those pesky shortcocks (oops sorry gentlemen , shortboards!

) outta the way , this thing just steamrolled her way through like a big dyke on her rags



I wasn't the world's best rider (still far from being average btw) but it was stable , chunky & a beautiful cruiser in any wave..... sh!t at times she'd have me & two or three cousins all riding / clowning around on it.

She bit the bullet in the late 80's up on Petra Street , fell off the roofrack and smashed some old folk's brick letterbox to smithereens on the other side of the road and broke into 3 or 4 bits

Ah memories , I miss that old Dyke!

PS: I paid the owners for the repairs to the letterbox and did the labouring too.