Ty, Rob, and Coto in Maine
12/2
"Exit" means Exit in English, and "Exito" means "Success" in Spanish. Coincidence?
Words by: Not Ty Williams, but not by anyone else.
Photos: Rob K., DOM
Ty willyums, Rob cut-a-rug, and the Coto comrads seize surfing paradise by its pony tail.
Swell brewing in mother nature’s designer handbag, combined with many hours and a few dunkin donuts stops later, we pulled up to our destination (vacationland).
The waves were crusty and blown at first look. Ty didn’t know if it was going to get better but he was eager to cut a pee loose in his suit.
Rob, had neglected to pack booties and gloves, but with a few sets rolling in, he quickly surrendered his New York sissy-mindset and paddled out in the foaming frost flakes.
As for the fine Coto cool kids, the waves claimed one while the other manned the lens to ensure no slickness went unnoticed.
The water that day made boys into men and grown men into women. Sets that were overhead pushed into the shore, dumping one after another on our fine heroes.
They paddled on.
Eventually the first makeable set came into site.
Licking his big jersey lips Rob dropped in screaming, “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” only to quickly traverse the nose and ride off into the sunset.
The Great North Woods.
Meanwhile Ty picked off a less impressive wave throwing down some very hip moves that the cast of MODERN COLLECTIVE could only dream about. He landed all of these moves/Tricks while mothers screamed, and young girls cried.
Great North Woods Dweller.
Once their bellies were full, the men went into shore to claim some warm beverages and cold women.
On the way to the five star hotel that awaited them, Rob sang Lady Gaga and whistled at dogs as we passed by.
Putting the "X" back in Christmas.
TY and the handsome COTO coolios, recounted the days adventures and of a time when wild elk ran free and men could wear dresses whenever they pleased.
the end
Willyumses, two generations deep in the homeland.
A study in contrast.
Vs.
Fin.
