We hit the lake as a crew this time—four boards, four friends, and way too much competitive energy for a Saturday morning. Everyone was grinning, talking trash, and inflating boards like it was a pit stop. The Hiwave set up faster than the rest, so of course I claimed “first win of the day” before we even touched the water.
The race started with a countdown: three, two, one—splash! Paddles hit the water hard, boards shot forward, and suddenly the lake turned into our own mini regatta. The Hiwave felt light but locked in, tracking straight even when I dug deep. Every stroke pushed me ahead, and I could hear my buddy behind me yelling, “No way you’re beating me again!”
Halfway through, we were laughing more than paddling, trying to bump each other’s boards without flipping over. The balance on the Hiwave saved me more than once—I stayed dry while two of the guys went swimming. That alone felt like victory.
By the time we hit the “finish line”—a buoy near the far dock—my arms were burning, my heart was racing, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Who won? Honestly, no one remembers. The real win was the chaos, the laughs, and the kind of morning you talk about for weeks. That’s the magic of bringing friends and Hiwave together.
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