[img_assist|nid=1048238|title=Bottom|desc=|link=none|align=left|width=393|height=522][img_assist|nid=1048237|title=Deck|desc=|link=none|align=left|width=392|height=522]Here’s how it finally turned out.
Fins were set at 4" and 12" with 1/4" toe.
Now for the ride report. I went to tahiti over Christmas. The first day was head high to slightly overhead. Everything was good. FG7 fins were installed. It rode just like a rounded pin should. It was so smooth, felt like riding on air. The drop was effortless, with no hint of bogging at the bottom turn. Held a line well, but just a hint a slipping when the wave face got steep. Big roundhouse cutbacks with no loss of speed. I thought this one’s a winner.
Second day was a different story. I got cocky. The waves came up to double overhead, and were perfect! The current was strong, but rather than running down the line like it would at home, it went in the opposite direction. Barrier reefs cause the water to flow out like a rip tide.
Only me and one other guy, a local surfer who has the place so wired! Top to bottom, and flawless. Each wave broke exactly the same along the reef’s edge. I saw where the local was sitting, and sat fifty yards down the line and watched. It all seemed too easy. After watching a couple of sets, I went deeper to join him. First wave came through and he went. Just like in the movies. Second wave came and I paddled. As I was about to drop, I noticed that I was a little too deep, so I pulled back. It went off with an explosion, and fired down the line. The third of the set was starting to rise, and I thought this one’s it. What I didn’t notice was how strong the current pulling me deeper was. By the time I caught the wave and got to my feet it was critical. Double overhead air drop. I made contact about half way down the face, and thought this one is epic! Sadly, the wave had a different idea. The lip caught me from behind, and slammed me harder than I’d ever felt. Was like being in a car crash. I tumbled over and over, but no reef, so all was good.
When I got to the surface, is when the trouble really started; I’d ruptured my eardrum, and had total vertigo, no idea what was up. The wierdest feeling, worse than getting dizzy as a kid. It looked like the ocean was spinning aroud me. Water - Sky - Water - Sky… all with the next set wave coming. I tried to duck under, but with no idea which way was down, I just grabbed my board and held on. Got trashed a second time.
Thank God the second beating was the last of the set. Some how I got on my board and paddled the 1/2 mile into shore. Got to dry land, and staggered back to the hotel. I had water and blood draining out of my ear, and felt liked a whipped puppy.
The doctor at the clinic gave me antibiotics, and asprin. Where’s the Vicodine when you really need it! I see the specialist in a week, but it looks like no surfing for at least a month.