Live by your stickers
This morning, biking on my way to the German championships in the Bourdaines Beach, as excited by the prospect of a 'lost at sea' contest as you would imagine with teutonic surfers way out of sight fighting the rip and struggling to get one single turn in, I stumbled into an unusual sight. A car having found its night parking spot between the road and the cycling lane right in front of the Volcom house...After some investigation consisting on knocking at their door, sharing a quick cup of coffee and a surf, I slowly started to gather some information:
It happen early this morning, between 2am and 6 am
The suspect is a former pro snowboarder reconverted in a indo barrel hunter and known also for his love of rails, wood rails for instance on this very occasion.
The cops were already on the case, having confiscated the ID left in the car and leaving a note on the wipers: « could you kindly pop around the Gendarmerie and let us know what the fuck happened? Signé The Gendarmes »
After further car inspection, I came into a clue surely unnoticed by the local cops, unless french law enforcer officers have dramatically improved their english: a sticker on the driver window stated: « Out of my way, I gonna to Puke » (photo evidence).
I am still hunting this usual suspect around the Hossegor nightlife scene to get the full lowdown on what happen, but new information strongly suggested that in a rush to finish what a young lady had started while still driving, our snowboarder took the shortcut and finished the business in the Volcom House, just next door as stated earlier...
To be continued...