“All Good things come to an end”… I hate those clichés! Like “Rolling Stones…” and “Better be Safe….” Sometimes I feel that my life mission is to prove them wrong, to hang to that thread of possibility that the world is not the place made up by those stagnant minds that treat everything as a “Fait Accompli”
This time, I lost.

5 years ago I started veering my kiteboarding towards waves. 4 years ago I got a present. A board swop made me the proud owner of a Squad 5’9″. It took me a while to fully comprehend the beauty I had inherited.

It was to take me through my first tentative steps of wave riding into pushing my limits. It survived a crease after landing butt first on the nose, then overcame countless smashing lips, losing boards in big surf getting washed onto the rocks… And besides the time it lodged one of it’s fins into my ankle, it gave me nothing but pleasure.

And so the love grew and flourished. We faced many dangers and had a few close calls that strengthened our bond even further. I chose you many times over others that perhaps were prettier or had better curves… alas

I will miss you old faithful, but the crease along your middle is just too much. You will live on in some of the classic photos, and as a piece of my outside shower.

You will be a tough act to follow, good luck to the next contender…

But you will always be the first one that took me all the way….