2nd October 2010: Margaret River. Saturday arrived and winds were onshore, waves were 1.5m, ocean was a slop. So we hit the country hills of Margs. After a few cruisy slopes we found Connelly Road. A steep road with a smooth enough surface to fly, but just enough chunk to really shred your skin. Luke warned me as we walked up the hill for a first run that if I fell off I would be screwed. Guess he jinxed himself pretty bad. Chenee happened to hit record just in time and caught Luke hooking down the hill with ample speed before his tiny retro board found the wobbles and threw Luke into a nasty gash and bruiser, which was followed up with a visit to the local Emergency. Soggybones don't break, but I guess they get pretty fucked up.