cool story from Andrew Malcolm...this is a first...and I hope not the last...send us your stories...
Trickster made this long board
Long ago, when hot days and calm waters left surfer and snowboarder with nothing to do all summer, Raven saw this problem and devised a plan.
In the midst of winter he flew to the west coast, snatched surfers board in his beak, and flew back to the east.
Surfer shouted ‘thief’ at him as he flew away, ‘stupid Raven, what are you going to do with a surf board in the east, anyway.’
Raven than flew up to the mountains and used his beak to drag snowboarders hill out from under his board and down to the city.
‘Stupid raven,’ shouted snowboarder, ‘what good are the hills down there? They’ll just get covered in pavement.’
When summer came and surfer and snowboarder were once again bored, Raven went to fetch them.
‘Go away Raven, we’re still angry with you.’
‘I feel bad about what happened,’ Raven told them, ‘come with me and I’ll repay you.’
They were lead to surfers board and snowboarders hill, already covered in pavement.
‘What is this, Raven? Are you rubbing in your little joke?’
‘Quiet,’ said Raven, and he broke off a piece of his beak, made it into trucks and wheels, than fastened them to the surfboard.
Raven made this long board and gave it too surfer and snowboarder so they could ride until the winter.
Surfer and snowboarder were pleased with their gift, so pleased that when winter came they didn’t bother going to the waves or mountains.
Ravens gift was so convenient they had grown lazy.
Raven saw this and confronted them, ‘your laziness has blinded you, don’t you know if you spend all your time in the city, never climbing mountains or swimming out too waves, that your knees will grow stiff and rigid and that you’ll never ride again?’
Surfer and snowboarder didn’t believe him, they had already forgotten what the mountains and ocean were like and how important they were to riding.
Raven wandered the beaches and forest, bored and lonely without riders to talk too and play tricks on.
Distracted, he bumped into a fallen piece of maple, so misshapen by a burl he hardly recognized it as a tree.
Looking deep into its strange curves, Raven got an idea.
He flew to surfer and snowboarder and snatched their long board in his beak.
‘What are you doing?’ they yelled.
‘This board is made for water, I’ll bring you back a board designed for long boarding.’
Raven flew back to the piece of wood and, with the surf board as a model, used his beak to carve it into a new long board.
He attached the wheels and trucks to the new board than flew it back to surfer and snowboarder.
Snowboarder looked at the rich, brown colours of the maple, took a deep whiff of its subtle smells, and was instantly reminded of the powdery glades he used to ride through.
Surfer followed the winding grain patterns of the figured wood with his finger, caught the shimmer of tiger stripes across the board, and instantly felt the motion of waves.
Raven made this long board and gave it to surfer and snowboarder, not just as a tool, but as a reflection of their roots, and this is how Raven brought art to board sports.