Wanna win this sweet surfboard?
The contest period has ended. Thank you for all the amazing entries. Stay tuned over the next few days for the announcement of our winners!
We worked with our friends over at Carve Designs to create a one-of-a-kind T9er surfboard (shaped by Entropy) for one of you lucky ladies to win. Here’s all we’re asking – dazzle us with your creativity by telling us why YOU deserve this sweet 7′ sustainably-made ride.
Would you like to fulfill a life-long dream to catch a wave? Use it as a surf deco coffee table, or save drowning children in faraway oceans? Whatever the cause, tell us in 99 words or less by posting a comment below.
Share your words by June 1st, 2009 for a chance to win the surfboard awesomeness. Fret not, ’cause we’ll be giving away 2 prizes to the runners-up ($100 gift card + Team T9 membership).
Heads Up: Our contests are only open to Title Nine eMail subscribers. They are our way of saying thanks to our loyal customers. So if you aren’t already a subscriber you will become one by submitting your entry. Click Here to read the official rules.
Use it, display it, and relish the passion it brings; because for me, life truly has begun at 40! I no longer lack confidence. I’m fit, I’m committed, and I can turn heads like never before. This has lit a fire to finally do all the things I’ve wanted to do- surf, play hard, exercise daily, dance, excel in my career, live a passionate marriage, and ride that wave to self-assurance that shows my little girls that their Mom can rock it! Goodbye to the years of wishing. Hello to the real me! My Beach! My Wave! Carpe diem!
Thoughts of an Engineer – Seven feel tall, huh? This thing’s got me by 1′-8″. Nice detailing, but what’s it made of? Fiberglass? Foam? Pure elements of nature? Concrete? – Get real! Where’s its center of gravity, or at least the best place to plant my feet for ultimate action? What forces can the board withstand? Torque created by opposing currents? Changes in ocean temperature? Pounds per square inch of shark bite? Stop. Put down the calculator. Quit analyzing the thing and just ride it! Do what it’s made to do.
When my children were young, I read about Nell Newman learning to surf.
She believed in herself, took lessons, realized her dream, and loved it.
As she did, I, too, lost my dear dad this past year. He was encouraging, inspiring; he always urged me to realize my dreams in spite of inner obstacles.
Since his passing, I’ve tried to be supportive of my mother. My own children are now in high school.
I want to be there for all of them. Stretching myself to learn to surf will remind me that I’m strong enough, and inspire me, too.
To make a long story short. I met my husband when we were both at Cal Poly. He was into surfing, I always swam and played waterpolo. Upon graduation we both regretabley left SLO for jobs in Sacramento. There is not very much surfing in the area, but the board came with us. One day when I was pulling in the garage, I accidentally ran over a portion of the board. My husband was not very happy with me, but I am sure if he saw this beautiful new board, it would bring a much needed smile to his face.
Two years ago, I spent a week at a surf camp for women on the North Shore of Oahu — I wasn’t the most graceful girl on my board, but I fell in love with the sport and couldn’t wait to get back in the ocean. Five months later, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Daydreaming about “my surfing days” got me through two surgeries and months of physical therapy to regain my balance and coordination. Last year, I got back on a board and paddled, and it was the best therapy yet. I’m ready for more waves!
Surfboard or not we’re all winners… dreamers…creators…athletes. We share triumphs and challenges and know each others stories. Lunar phases tug at oceans and the rhythms of our lives are played out. Primordial life emerged from these same seas. We nuture life in our inner oceans. Suspended and gently swaying in her arms I know what it means to be home. The makers at Carve understand it too.
I deserve this glamorously decorated, beautifully crafted, seven foot companion because I could fulfill my dream of carving up giants in that abyss of blue. My board and I would explore distant islands and brilliant swells. She and I would fight world hunger, unknown diseases, and cure cancer. We would search for mythical creatures and rare shells on our journey for magnificent waves. Together we would save the human race by paddling drowning civilians to shore. We would camp by the beach and wake up at dawn to catch the growing monsters. My surfboard, my life. Together, forever stoked.
Title Nine is a wave I try to share with all the women I know. My town is full of active and athletic women who run through grassy parks, cycle over hilly trails, kayak along crystal streams, row atop lumbering rivers and more. What we need is the surfing influence, and this sweet surfboard would deliver it. Hanging in the window of Title Nine’s first East Coast store, located here in Wilmington, Delaware, this board would quickly become an icon and help me share the wave. We can talk franchise even if I don’t win the board.
Misplaced
It appears this beautiful board
Has been misplaced
Please don’t send it to the wrongful
Owner in haste
While maybe you don’t realize this
Board belongs to me
Soon you will see it’s our destiny
I’m a misplaced ocean girl
Living in the Midwest
Surfing every vacation I can
Coming home under protest
This surfboard fits my lifestyle
It’s sustainable and has great lines
I teach sustainable construction
Just like they build at Carve Designs
Please send this misplaces board
To the one who loves it best
Ship it with care to this misplaced
Girl in the Midwest!
If you’ve ever “fallen to bits”, picked yourself back up and become stronger for it, you can understand why winning this surfboard is so important to me. I learned to surf to please a man and give us something to do “together.” Using second hand, dilapidated boards, I learned the fundamentals but lost the fun under his surf-nazi pressure to ride bigger waves. Some of the best times I had surfing was spent alone on the inside – so much for “together.” Seven years passed, the relationship and myself were falling to bits and he broke the only board of his I was able to ride. Sign from above? Maybe. I got myself out of there, collected the “bits” of myself back together and am looking at brighter horizons. The one “bit” I’m missing is the surfboard.