Back in the day there was a comic strip called Hagar the Horrible. Was bout some Viking dudes, Hagar, and his sidekick Eddie. Now Eddie was called Lucky Eddie, kinda facetiously, cos if there was an arrow flying by, a cauldron of boiling tar being thrown over the wall, or a stray spear - well, you guessed it, they hit Eddie. So he wasn't really so Lucky.
Yesterday was Big Dave's turn to be Lucky Eddie.
Things started out well. A "business trip" to JBay neatly coinciding with clean glassy 4-6ft lines. So far so good. Bails out the car at Supers. Board off the roof, ready to grab suit and get kitted up...but, ooops, locked the keys in the car. Phone the Houdini people, get the keys out the car, pay R200.
Now the southerly has come up a bit, so Supers not looking so super anymore. Board back on the roof, down the road to the Point. This time keys not locked in the car. Paddle out, hair dry. Lil bomb rolls through just as he reaches the backline. Spins round, strokes in, wave peeling off down the line ahead of him. Mind ablaze with the possibilities.
Stands up, back foot slips off the back of the board. Muscles tearing and tendons ripping in his groin as he does the splits. Dave cannot do the splits. Body ablaze as neurons fire off like they'd OD'd on Red Bull.
Can't even sit on his board now, too bloody painful. Turns the tanker to the shore and prones in. Struggles up the beach. Can barely drive, has to use his hand to push down on his right leg so it'll push the accelerator.
And you thought YOU were having a kak day!!!!