Who else would spend years getting good at building boards just to make minimum wage for nasty, dusty, hard work? Never having time to do the thing we love the most, surfing, because we are always working on boards. Girlfriends and wives leaving us because we pay more attention to surfboards than them. Obsessing over every detail of a board build, instead of them. Always striving for perfection but never achieving it. Experimenting with our personal boards only, so we always ride the worst of what we build. Ahh, the life of a board builder.
I think the answer (as far as the ladies go) is a slow and steady indoctrination. This is where my lady being a feminist/ equal opportunity freak pays off. Here’s a shot of me giving her an ‘equal opportunity’ to weld our compost tumbler frame.
The other day I gave her and equal opportunity to clean up fin blanks with the thickness planer, then clean up the shavings and turn them into one of the compost piles out back with a fresh manure addition. . . Wish I had some pics of that too.
Yeah, I really just had her do some quick tacking there, but if that were someone else’s photo I’d cringe too at the lack of protection. I can almost feel that glowing slag hopping into the gaps of my shoes, down my shirt collar, between the fingers . . . good times!
Compost tumbler, huh? Mine is a 55 gal drum that I roll around the yard, haha. Composting definitely makes us weird, you're supposed to just throw that stuff away and go buy some fertilizer at Home Depot.
