KOCI 101.5
Hollow Balsa mini Simmons by Nathan Grey
Nathan has just finished and road tested this little gem - " 5-7" 22.5" 2.5" hollow balsa simfish, with a S deck and underneath hull up front blending to single concave. I have surfed it a few times and the thing goes like the clappers."
Hollow Balsa mini Simmons
Nathan Grey has just finished this little masterpiece - " 5-7" 22.5" 2.5" hollow balsa simfish, with a S deck and underneath hull up front blending to single concave.
I have surfed it a few times and the thing goes like the clappers."
Nathan Greys latest little fish
Nathan Grey is a great wooden board builder out of Sydney and his latest little fish is 5-9" 20.5" 2.5" hollow cedar fish with solid balsa rails.
" It has got a bit of V through the nose and then flat blending into a single
concave that runs through the keels. I have not surfed this one since it is for a young guy in Perth, I have been
very tempted."
Mate I am sure the guy in Perth will be mighty stoked to have this little craft.
We look forward to seeing you up here with some boards in August.
Hollow Cedar fish with solid Balsa rails by Nathan Grey
Nathan Grey is a great wooden board builder out of Sydney and has forwarded these pics of this 5-9" 20.5" 2.5" hollow cedar fish with solid balsa rails.
" It has got a bit of V through the nose and then flat blending into a single concave that runs through the keels. I have not surfed this one since it is for a young guy in Perth, I have been very tempted. "
Mate I would think the guy in Perth will be mighty please with his board.
New Shape and Lotsa Foam
This one is modeled after the board Kelly won Pipe Master on this year. 5'11 x 18.5 x 2 3/8 with wide point and thickness forward - low nose rocker with wide nose - tail has a lot of rocker and is very pulled in and thin - like a marriage of a stubbie up front and a semigun widepoint back. Basically an updated single fin with modern bottom and rail foil. This one is going to be a thruster. I have seen some of the obx gang riding these when it is thick up there.
I have another ridiculously large block of 2# eps - so if you want a handshaped epoxy or a blank to shape yourself - give me a shout!
Ben's new 9 footer.
Here's some pics of Ben Hammant's new 9 footer which he has just finished today. The board is once again of hollow wood design with 7mm ply frame. It has strips of paulownia and western red cedar for the deck and bottom. The rails are solid and have been made out of the same with a little ply in between for looks. The nose and tail blocks and fin are the same, The boards dimensions are 9' x 22 3/4" x 3" and it weighs 10.4kg.
Plenty on fresh fillets waiting to be battered.
It just goes to show if you make what people want you will always be busy.
Observation...
More Happy Customers!
What's Inside an Old Clark Blank?
Annular wing surfboard fin story part 2:
Icy Offshores
Big Bastard
Or James Dean’s Car, Little Bastard, which took his life in 1955, then went on a mad spree of unprecedented injurious behaviors never before seen in the vehicular world.
After Dean’s death, Little Bastard was purchased by a mechanic, besotted with the notion of restoring the cursed auto. Not so fast, Rolf Wutherich! While unloading Little Bastard into his shop, the inauspicious German-American had his legs crushed when LB burst from its constraints and rolled onto his person.
Incensed, Wutherich sold Little Bastard off for parts.
The engine and transmission were purchased by to two racing-enthusiast doctors. They installed them into their cars, met out on the Pomona Fairground racetrack in 1956, peeled out of the starting blocks, then smashed into each other. One of the physicians suffered major bodily harm. He was the luckier of the two.
The tires went to a hapless young chap who bolted them on, fired up his ride, then smashed into a tree when the front two wheels, in his words, ‘sort of exploded.’
Other accidents followed: the kid who tried to steal the steering column (occult memento-seekers are always punished) gashed his arm and had to spend the night in the hospital. One feckless young lady, seeking only a photograph of her deceased heartthrob’s Porsche Spyder, stumbled unexpectedly, hit her head against Little Bastard’s hind quarters, and knocked herself unconscious.
Enough was enough. The cursed devil mobile was impounded by the fuzz, never to harm anyone again.
Until a few months into 1957, when it was reassembled in a Prometheusian grasp for fame by an imprudent auto show promoter.
But the show never happened. Wanna know why? A fire broke out in the car storage building, destroying every car but Little Bastard, who got nary a scratch.
Little Bastard, curse intact, was loaded onto a truck-with-trailer bound for Salinas, CA. Guess what? The truck hit a funky spot, the driver was thrown from the truck, and Little Bastard rolled off the trailer and crushed the dude to death.
I shit you not.
The ‘police’ impounded Little Bastard, and she hasn’t been seen since.
A cursed object, this time in the form of a humungous StandUp Paddleboard blank, made its way into my shop this week.
How do I know it was cursed? Read on, then decide for yourself.
First, the blank barely fit into my minivan. It’s possible that I got a bruise on my arm trying to load it.
Then, while driving, my visibility and comfort were compromised due to the sheer bulk of the thing. I couldn’t reach my beverage holder or iPod. I blame Big Bastard for my having to endure seven Counting Crows tunes in a row, which my wife must have uploaded when I wasn’t looking. During this time, I was also quite thirsty.
Unloading the devil-blank into my shop and onto the racks was no picnic for my ailing rotator cuff. I had about a foot of space on either side of the racks (nose and tail), and found it easier to duck underneath it while shaping, rather than walk all the way around it. This was not good for my back. Once, I hit my head.
Skinning Big Bastard took a long time. It clogged my vacuum system. I had to change garbage bags, an activity I don’t like, and I got very dusty. Curses!
Day two started off fine. I was lulled into security early on as foiling and truing the planshape went well. Then, in an unexpected frenzy, my brand-spankin’ new planer decided that it wanted nothing to do with the Big Bastard, skittered off the blank, hit the floor, and made a funny noise. I rushed to its aid. It seems fine now, but it could just be sucking it up.
I decided to get to some other orders and let the Big Bastard hang out for a while in my stairwell, the only place in the house where it would fit.
However, here it continued its carnage unabated. First, the stairwell began to accumulate stuff that needed to go upstairs. A box of new-baby clothes. Some books. Surfboards. It became unsightly, and I think my lovely wife, usually tolerant of my sloth, was displeased.
Then, my almost-two-year-old daughter stumbled on the stairs while playing hide-and-seek. On top of this, she ended up beating me at this game (she’s crafty!). Two things I again attribute to Big Bastard’s curse.
Finally, I fortified myself and committed to a final shaping session. I took a few Ibuprofen, steadied my nerves with a lukewarm Tecate, then had at it.
No problems, which I’m thinking is part of Big Bastard’s overall plan—lull me into submission, then strike when I’m not expecting it.
I will be watching.
Oh yes, I will.