From the darkest depths of the Southern California good ol' boy network, aside Baja rigs parked disperately in the Old Man's parking lot, comes the Slickermeyer Fin. At its biggest, somewhat at halfway point between the Velzy Noserider and the Heritage it flies gloriously on the nose while coyly giving away a sharp pivot turn here and there. At its smallest, it can power a modern log through sections beyond belief.
From the darkest depths of the Southern California good ol' boy network, aside Baja rigs parked disperately in the Old Man's parking lot, comes the Slickermeyer Fin. At its biggest, somewhat at halfway point between the Velzy Noserider and the Heritage it flies gloriously on the nose while coyly giving away a sharp pivot turn here and there. At its smallest, it can power a modern log through sections beyond belief.
