I often don’t want to admit that I own a mass-produced shortboard, but it’s true. I bought a Rusty Pirannah about eight months ago, and although it was the first off-the-rack board I bought in twenty years (all the others came from local shapers, mostly Sorenson’s Aguas, Hollingsworth’s Lightning Bolts, a Phillips, a Clark, a Linden, and others), I still have to say I LOVE THAT PIRANNAH! Why, just today I took it out locally in windy, strong current conditions, and while paddling out felt like I was going to kook it all morning.
From the first wave on I knew it was going to be good. I still can’t believe how freaking fast that board is. Hey, my other boards are great, but this thing is THE magic board I always searched for. It hugs a steep wall, generates amazing speed in steep or flat conditions, and turns on a dime.
Unfortunately, the quality of construction leaves a lot to be desired. It started falling apart the minute I first rode it.
Seriously, the rails started to come undone in a couple spots (the cloth) from oversanding, I suppose, and I fixed them. The deck pressure dents more than any board I’ve seen. And I’m sure that by the end of the summer it will start to delam.
I won’t say who glassed it as that isn’t important. They normally do good work. It probably is from the machine overshaping or, as mentioned, oversanding. I doubt it is from my intense ripping. Hmmm, maybe. Nahhhh.
Anyway, to cut to the chase: If I, gulp, order another one of same dimensions, do you think it will have the same magic? I know it came off the machine, so I guess the next one would too, right?
I heard some people say that a magic board can never be duplicated exactly. What’s your opinion?
(oh, and please do not harp on me for buying a Rusty off the rack like that. It rarely happens. I spend countless dollars–ask my wife–on at least two to three local shapes every year. I swear. Just last year I had a fish (Clark) a hi-perf tri fin (Rod at Agua) and an 8,4 from local guys. I swear, so don’t give me a hard time for endulging on a Rusty. I know, it’s the brand name, and that takes away some of the soul, but I really don’t care about that).
Heck, if I cared about brand names, why would I wear a hat around that says Turtle Cove all the time? It’s a lame golf club in Georgia. Heck, I’m not even sure what brand of underwear I have on. There’s a hole in my sweats. My computer was built in a garage. The floormats in my car were aftermarket 9.99 specials. I eat at Especial Norte, not El Torito.
But wait. Oh crap, I do go to Starbucks a lot.
I’m a hopeless sellout