Dear Fellow Swaylocks Ethusiasts-
I’m humbly asking for your help as you collectively are a vast resource for a poor soul like me.
While I have been repairing boards (my own and others) for a few years, my problem is this:
I am relatively new to doing opaque/tint work and I now know–having called the resin and
color manufacturer–that I added too much opaque color to a batch of resin (hapol 1300-3,
with pretty fresh catalyst: ~two weeks old).
Now–48 hours after the colored resin was applied–it is still tacky to the touch. Can I give
this a really hot hotcoat using a recipe of 2x (or 3x or 4x?) the recommended and seal the
repair? Normally, I’d just scrape this off, but the entire rail–cutlap to cutlap–of a 9’0" board
has now been colored and I’d really love to know if this can be saved without having to
acetone down the whole goddamn thing.
I would greatly appreciate your help. Thanks and aloha,
EB
"Squinting at me like I might be carrying some sort of
communicable disease, Mickey (Dora) cocked his body and
gave me three reasons why he’d never want to live much
closer to the beach than he already was.
The first reason was vintage Dora. He wanted to keep
surfing and the other aspects of his life completely
separate. "If everyone knows where I live then everyone
will want to come to my house and touch my things and
eat my food. Then they’ll come back when I’m out surfing
and steal from me."
The second reason was one I’d never considered, but
learned to respect over the years. He never wanted to
take the sea for granted and felt that people who lived
at the beach became so used to being close to the sea
that they forgot how special it was. "Every time I drive
down Sunset or Channel and see the beach for the first
time each day, I want to fall in love all over again,
and again."
As if fearing that someone might overhear us, Mickey
carefully scanned the area before revealing his final
reason. “Saltwater,” he whispered.
“Saltwater?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” Mickey said. "Living so close to saltwater is
dangerous because it gets in the air. Then you breathe
it in and, after time, your brain rots like a driftwood
log."
“Oh …” said I.
“That’s why so many surfers we know are so stupid,” said
Mickey.
“Right,” I answered. “So … what about me?”
“Move,” said Mickey. “Move before it’s too late.”
-Tom McBride