Oh boy, read this one

then get excited - fizzy - and go spray everywhere like mentos in soda!

This here is a way back when story.

Way back when Skippy was just a kid and I was so young that he and I would call someone that age still pretty much just a kid despite their actual adulthood - this is not to disparage against any of you young adults out there. In reality? I’m trying to set the stage as to how dang long ago it was.

And ya know what?

If I continue like this, we’ll all be broken, arthritic and spoon fed stewed prunes by the time I eventually get to the point.

There is a point to be made here somewhere…

Back, way back in the way back whens, before I surfed and before I therapized, way back in my salad days, there were surf bikes at the campground.

They were as you would imagine a surfboard shaped plastic board like thingie. In the middle of it, there was a bike frame, seat handlebars and pedals. The handlebars controlled the rudder. The pedals were connected to a paddle wheel in the middle of the board.

They were great.

They were quick. Easily tipped but quick.

A surf bike is n…