I got my Windsurfing Canada sail number yesterday and I had this weird
Flash back to 1979 and the Steve Martin movie "The Jerk"........
After a long wait Endo rushes to open his e-mail and see that he's
registered as CAN136.
"Whoo hoo!!", he shouts.
"After being beaten up on and abused for lack of experience, I'll
finally get the respect I deserve!! I'm a somebody!! I'm a somebody!!"
Meanwhile, little does he know, a crazy van driving ex-army militant
has gotten hold of the latest Canadian sail register and has decided
to assassinate a random victim.
His finger walks down the list and lands on sail CAN136.
Endo arrives in Haterras and gets planing early on his wide style
board. He gets dialed in and is about to attempt a carve jibe.
Just then, a series of small bullet holes start popping up in his
"Well isn't that strange? He guys come look at this, my crappy Chinese
made Neil Pryde sail is coming apart before my eyes!", he shouts.
As the bullet holes start hitting the sail, the rig becomes depowered
enabling Endo to pull off the most perfect carve jibe of his
life...which further infuriates the assassin.
The whole incident gets ignored by the local windsurfing mag writers
since they refuse to admit a newcomer could jibe in the first year
(and Endo's sail number is lower than there's....Nah Nah).
Should I move to Hollywood to become screenwriter?