Weeks ago I agreed to judge the Victorian Longboard Titles over the weekend of 8th and 9th of May. What a mistake. While I was forced to watch old boys pretend to nose ride in fat rights at Pt. Impossible, all of my mates scored pumping waves all over the coast. My phone was ringing flat out, everyone thinking it was hilarious to tell me what I was missing out on.
This place usually a full burger, but the conditions on the coast were that good it was almost resembling a quality lineup. All weekend I was horrified to think about how the real reefs were looking.
