Revisiting old haunts in SC. 10 years ago this visual would have been accompanied by the whine of a planer and puffs of foam dust. Note poor man’s AC (door cut in half to accommodate a box fan). Roots!
As someone who is constantly thinking about board design, picking the right board for the conditions, blah blah blah, there is something strangely liberating about relinquishing control of my equipment choices. In SC for a week, surfing small background swell on this (circa ’82)