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Monday, September 13, 2010
LACHAN LECKIE RECEIVES A VISION AND PROCEEDS TO SHED LIGHT UPON THE VEE BOTTOM REVIVAL
A Coolangatta castaway, this man-child of the moon was raised in innocence, bowling his hoop after church on a Sunday, frolicking in the fields of Cobaki with his talking fluke. Then he started running with the fast set. Knost and his slippery-handed henchmen. He heard the call for surfing of a type which follows only the associations thrown up by the mind; an on-edge style with no discipline other than the rhythms of untamed nervous impulses, undisturbed flow, simultaneously grasping the conscious and unconscious aspects of the experience. Developing a distain for sensible surfcraft and the illusory singular truth regarding surfing as forged by the mad insane complex in general, Lachlan obsessed over the woolly mammoth; a space/time vessel of considerable functionality, a mid-length vee bottom stubby with zero hang-ups...
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