After having restored a dozen or so fiberglass race car bodies, I know the joys of grinding that medium. Out in my garage,
up in the rafters, I have a surf board I brought back from Cali around 1965 or 1966. I couldn't surf worth a dam, and was
mostly considered a "Hodad" at the beach, and I don't expect to do any surfing in the future. I only kept it because it was a
gift from a cousin who was an excellent surfer. It has a picture of the two of us glassed into it.