A tree will not walk away from its roots.
Old men say that the mossiest rocks are the happiest.
Even the rain eventually returns to the sky from whence it fell.
We were born where the fire meets the sea. We were hardened by the driving rain.
Polished by the sea’s relentless caress. We are unbreakable.
When Jase snapped his friend’s longboard in two, he decided to build him a new one. One that wouldn’t crack under pressure. A board that wouldn’t fall apart when exposed
to the elements. That didn’t need upgrades and customization
to ride silky smooth. A board to be ridden the way that Hawaiians
ride. He built the Jaseboard.