Exile In Oblivion

In the boardroom/office/personal big-screen cinema where I work at UKZN, two things happened with pleasing simultaneity a fair day in March. First, a pretty girl who I was particularly interested in at the time walked into my office with a mischievous grin on her face. Second, Sean Twomey phoned. I awkwardly tried to greet both in the same statement; it’s difficult to convey annoyance and excited hospitality at the same time.

She was a cool girl though, and hung out patiently while I pieced together that Sean wanted me to ride for the recently incarnated South African chapter of Exile Skimboards.

She was a cool girl though, and hung out patiently while I pieced together that Sean wanted me to ride for the recently incarnated South African chapter of Exile Skimboards. Stammered appreciation that probably sounded more like apology raised an eyebrow on the girl, but when I (finally) got off the phone, the prospect of at last owning an Exile (and getting it for gratis, too) completely overshadowed the fact that she’d made a bit of a mission to come see me that day.

A few months of shipping issues and ill-timed product orders later, a truck that could fit the contents of a three-storey house pulled into my 42 degree driveway. It’s a wise adage that “you shouldn’t poke fun at the freight industry”, and one that was justified when the grinning guy who’d been riding shotgun handed me a box the size of my bed and said he’d sort out the packing details for me.

It was a perfect early-Winter day in Durban; sunny, relatively warm, and the wind had completely died. I appraised my receipt: MS Hybrid double carbon fibre skimboard (black top, orange bottom, like a Portuguese supermodel), Paulo Prietto On A Mission tail pad and archbar, some Exile Shirts, a forest green boardbag, Bearded, and the first printed edition of Foreverskim. As good as it all looked, there wasn’t enough time to adequately prepare my board for the gripping rigmarole, and so I left my bed be-Exiled, and rushed off to my local beach break, which, naturally, was cranking. Despite some admonition about not being on the new board, it was a fun skim; a fun skim cut short by snapping my then-current board. I got a few lamentations from the other riders, but it was easy enough to be wry about the situation, knowing my Exile would soon be all revved up and ready to go. I still see the pretty girl occasionally, but we’re just friends now.

If you’re keen on getting the tightest board under your feet, drop me a line, or have a look at the Exile range. Exile Skimboards South Africa. With humbling generosity here is the product package I’ve been sent. Much love to Sean and Ian for their support and unfeigned awesomeness. Glad to be ‘on board’.