2 gentlemen, 2 ladies, 1 beast; running off into the sunset, the water shimmering all around, the wind whistling across my beard hairs, the majestic stride of the great beast, releasing his mighty battle cry to the wing-ed foes lurking at the water's edge. The beast's roar shook them to the core, and they took flight, scattering to the winds, peppering the blue swirls of the sky. The beast returned, covered in the blood-red mud from his conquest, yet satisfied.
Under the blue sky swirled with white chocolate clouds, we glided across the black expanse. The wind rushed past, biting and screaming a chilly protest. The rhythmic back and forth motion of the concrete surfboard lulled me into a trance of nostalgia and excitement.
Yeah. We Longboard.