Over time, the wild rides became a little less wild and less frequent, but good ideas were always there and none of their wives ever put a spanner in the works. This time, Theo had the bright moment: "The regional slalom championship is coming up. Guys, we have to be there!" he wrote in their WhatsApp group. "Logical," came Pit's reply, and Mike said: "We're going to drive so hard at these young slalom hunks that they'll crawl home crying!"
Great, just like before. Three men, one thought. Now the right material had to be assembled and prepared, which took a few days. Then Theo called Mike: "How far along are you with your junk?" - "Oh man, I was just about to write, I lifted the sail bag yesterday and bang - lumbago. I don't know if it's going to work out." Then it was Pit's turn: "What? What slalom race?" - "I wrote it four days ago!" said Theo. "I completely forgot, really stupid." - "You can say it out loud, now get a grip, man!" Not everything was as easy as it used to be, but we'll get it sorted, thought Theo.
Three days later, Pit called him: "Have you heard? Mike's going away on the very weekend of the regatta." - "Excuse me?" - "Yes, his Anne got hold of a discount voucher for a weekend in one of those 11-star hotels for 38.70 euros. They'll be fattened up with five courses, lie around in the hot tub and gargle Château Pétrus vintage '21!" - "Outrageous, Anne can't let that go, it's never happened before! Has he got nothing to do at home? Lumbago my arse!"
Pit had barely hung up when Mike called, and before Theo could get started, Mike started chatting: "Have you heard? Pit has to babysit the grandchildren from Friday to Saturday, and Heike has booked a tai chi fasting course for the weekend to prevent athlete's foot. For both of them!" That really hit the nail on the head, or whatever it's called.
Theo was devastated. "They're actually blackening each other's faces and think I'm so stupid that I don't realise how the two henpecked heroes are chasing after their goddesses without argument. It would never have happened before. Never, ever. And we don't have that anyway, do we, Chrissie?" - "What is it, darling?" - "Well, the slalom regatta this weekend..." - "This weekend, you must be dreaming! It's my mum's seventieth. Lüdenscheid, 80 guests, you in a wetsuit, shirt and tie! Slalom regatta my arse!" It used to be different somehow ...
More from Tommy Brandner:
- Under-80s or over-80s? Diets for windsurfers
- A visit to the tuning workshop for windsurfers
- Motorhome for beginners
- Attention drone!
- Through the shorebreak
- The avalanche of traffic jams is rolling again
- Happy B-Day, King!
- Used is still too expensive
- That was 2023
- To foil or not to foil
- Faster, faster, faster... or: Who is this Lüderitz anyway?
- Windy stories
- The handsome Hansi
- AI hysteria
- News from the Spocht
- Get fit without training
- Madhouse on the beach
- What do fish actually think about windsurfers?
- Loop into the headline
- Great season!
- Afternoons at the (windsurfing) museum - tidying up made easy
- Djinn Drake, the windsurfing genie in a bottle
- The meeting of the "anonymous climbers"
- The greatest invention in windsurfing history
- The craziest position for an action cam
