Well my journey starts as a young lad growing up in southern California, parents were big water skiers but something about being pulled behind a smelly gas engine was not my thing, so I would wonder off and explore like most kid’s do and one day while walking in a culvert which is next to the highway I see something, couldn’t tell what it was till I got closer and to my surprise it was a surfboard, must of fallen off of somebody’s car, I was shocked, couldn’t believe what I was seeing, a real live surfboard, it was kinda beat up but it didn’t matter to me, it was my first board and as of today I have had over 30 surfboards. To be continued, were just getting started.
