Elizabeth writes: I have been obsessively surfing for the past decade, but you’d never know it by looking at my quiver.
My quiver consists of a handful of beat-up boards, which, at best, would qualify as “striving to be a quiver.” This is mostly for two reasons.
The first reason is that I live in the city of San Francisco, and I am not rich or well connected. That is shorthand for saying that I live in a tiny apartment with no rambling garage and very limited storage space. The second reason, which is shameful, is that in the past – when I needed a new wetsuit or was craving a new board and needed it immediately – I would sell one of my “This-board-isn’t-really-turning-out-to-be-what-I-thought-it-would-be,” boards on Craigslist. Friends have scolded me for this rash behavior. I never listened.
