Onewheel+XR

I'm supposed to be a wise, wizard-like sage at my age, old enough to know not to lick electric fences, eat yellow snow or sit on a spiked fence, certainly, everyone's telling me I'm supposed to be considering the different types of tartan slippers, coffin linings or which political party has the best policies. Yawn. Thankfully nope. Not me. 

I don't know whether it was my Trout Diem attitude or the bottle of vodka that made me take the plunge and buy a Onewheel XR with all the gravy and trimmings and damn the consequences? But look, I did it, and now, three days later I'm zipping around my garden like a greased eel around a buttered frisbee. As the kids say, "No Regerts". It takes a few hours to get the confidence to start really riding and to be honest, I had to fake my current confident self over my enormous, lumbering dumb carcass that was frankly cacking ingots. Just a bit of speed and a couple of cool turns and there was no going back.

I'm far from speeding down the high street, pew-pew, finger-shooting all the babes as I glide into town to pull a graceful arc at the bar to wink at the barmaid, but I really do feel I'll get there and this time she won't throw anything at me.

Surfdoctor were great. I tried to get them to give me reasons not to buy; I asked for a picture of a cat, on a Onewheel, on one whale, with laser eyes, and instead of telling me to clear off for being weird, Tris embraced the challenge, hit the photoshop and left me with no more excuses. I can't thank him enough though because now I'm a youthful spirited electro surf dude. I is woke. I is well fly. I'm fire. I'm lit. I'm, erm..mega? I'm, um, cosmically connected to the chillaxed vibe ...  Daddio?...no, no I'm losing it. Keep practising.

Laterz Hipsters xx