Trestles
Trestles
Christopher Hitchens once claimed “the four most overrated things in life are champagne, lobster, anal sex and picnics.”
Hitch thought long and hard before coming out with that, and he particularly agonised over whether to swap anal for ‘Trestles’.
We certainly have, several times.
In terms of feasibility study for a WCT venue, we’d ask: What is the probability of falling on take off, of not making the drop?
If the answer is 0%, well, we harbour misgivings.
Even Rio sucks out a bit, right?
Offering some kind of initial physical jeopardy to the act of the surf ride.
It’s not even really an ‘air wave’ anymore is it? In 2015? The fuckers’ headlines punts are on Mentawais reefs, or Keramas, or in North Shore juice.
But the most surprising thing about the event isn’t how kinda Zzzzzz much of the show is. The real shock is how cheaply the affections of your fave surfer can be bought. What’s the price of their public-declared love for an event, you ask?
A free iPad in the goodie bag and fresh-rolled sushi onsite for lunch will have em gushing.
Dirty sluts!
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