Road trips are like tidal waves, the stories drift like the soundtrack. It was maybe around Wollongong zone on a recent road trip south where Craig and I started talking about the future. Jobs after surfing and hopefully a dreamy retirement. No hucking yourself into the flats on howling onshore wedges — just the old boys (us) out the back on beastly boards cruising for length of ride with clean offshore conditions. Followed by a couple off wood at the local watering hole, washed up and thrilled. Its not too far off… —Kai