"Welcome to the Kill Zone, pal."
Now, it must be assumed that race car legend Lewis Hamilton, who drives for the prancing horse, has stared death in the eye many times. Smashing into walls at 160 mph, flipping through the air, being smothered by groupies wishing to drown in his doe-like eyes but apparently those don’t brushes with mortality, or morality as it were, do not even register. For, yet again, the very cute 39-year-old went into detail about his friend, surf great Kelly Slater, and the clammy grip of Davey Jones. You’ll recall previous re-tellings here, here and here.
The latest, though, came as Hamilton was mowing through a plate of hot wings wherein he shared:
Biggest wipeout I had I was with Kelly Slater, on Pipeline. It was like 20ft waves (at Pipeline) and Kelly was like “there’s no way you’re coming out there. You’re crazy.” I turn around and see this set of four waves coming and that for me was like: “it’s over, it’s all over.” As I threw my board, I dove down and grabbed the reef and I could hear this wave crash behind me. My board got ripped and snapped in half. I came back up, obviously gasping for air and the next one was coming so back down, grabbed the reef again as another wave comes over. So I did that three times. I got up, I’d nearly run out of air. I’d nearly drowned, but managed to swim back from there.
Left out from the earlier versions was that Slater had dared him to paddle out. Interesting, I suppose, that this is such a core memory. If I had a dollar for every “almost drowned” story from my Oregon days I’d have probably six dollars.
In any case, how do you feel, generally, about chicken wings. A fan who seeks out various “Wing Wednesday” promotions or someone who scoffs at the waste? Also, if a fan, what is your preferred sauce? I’ll say, for me, it’s really hard to beat straight up original buffalo.
Debate time.
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Leave it to be to over commercialize any and every circumstance, rather than looking for the “rock n roll” how about remember you’re a surfing venue, wannabe a golf go getter, be my guest, you won’t be missed, but pitching and pearling should be the surf search, rock n roll really … rebels … let the people be people and writers write without AI injected bs …
Bet ya can get Willie Nelson over to the Texas wave pool, I mean Slater surfs, strums, strays, sprays, and spaz, a real one in all celeb champ chump in search of something… ain’t waves oh a gold medal … the G.O.A.T is truly embracing the goat stigma by eating up any and everything in his path …. surfing has become a billionaires playground of a joke.
So much negativity on here and internet heroes trying to put down a champion.
Listen up you absolute kook, you better go back to your F1 forums. I just had a quick glance at some of your older comments one of which “Schumacher is a flawed failure of a human.” You know nothing about surfing, nor F1, stick to soccer you idiot!
For calling Germans
Prancing Horses Chas deserves
His Panzers pulled down
bullshit bullshit and bulshit Lewis
No idea and can’t spell
So, let me get this straight. A novice surfer, and incidentally multi winning world champion Formula 1 racing driver, gets ditched time after time at 20 foot Pipeline and grabs the reef on each occasion. Then nearly runs out of air and is near death. Is he on the starting line to be a latter day Walter Mitty. Was his agent on hand to keep a watchful eye over his prized bull as he plunged joyfully into the abyss.
Long-time Hot Ones fan here. If you haven’t watched them yet, you’re in for a back-catalogue treat! Start with Gordon Ramsey. And the recent Conan O’Brien was an instant classic.
Everybody has met the drunk guy that tells you about his, “tourmaline barrel”…..
Well, I have managed to drift in flat water all the way around Grimace at low tide, and keep riding the wave all the way in.
It was a little bit exciting, anyway. 🤣
Here’s the more important wing debate—“boneless wings.” These have been referred to elsewhere as “chicken tenders” (or “tendies” if you’re a bogan).
Are these truly wings, or merely glorified chicken nuggets?
Regardless of nomenclature, I would take the position that the absence of bones means that these are not wings. And they are objectively inferior to wings given that they are drier, usually are breaded, and are less flavorful, regardless of the sauce used.
It’s like asking somebody if they would like some cashews. Then, you take the tin and dump it out upside down, and fish out the broken pieces and salt.
“Biggest wipeout I had I was with Kelly Slater, on Pipeline.”
Reminds me of every conversation I have ever had with a VAL kook.
I mistakenly thought it was Lewis Samuels not this racecar dork.
Old Bay is chronic… with home-made Ranch. Hot sauce. Couple drafts. Fuck off.
There’s no food that Ranch dressing doesn’t make better.
popsicles
I, too, was surprised to see it again. Therein lies the story, though. That this is the most dynamic thing to ever happen to a very famous race car driver.
Well Fangio was kidnapped in Cuba during the 1950s, and that actually happened, unlike Lewis’s story, which in reality was a wipeout at 2ft Waikiki! There was also David Coultard being involved in a fatal plane crash, where he sustained broken ribs, he climbed back into the fiery wreckage to pull his model girlfriend from a certain death, and raced the following week to 2nd place!
massive testicles compared to the new crop!