We love emails. No really- We do!
Why? Because, happy feet translate to happy fingers! It’s those fingers that type all the words that fill our inboxes. This week, our favorite appeared with the subject line: The Sanuk Miracle. Scotty B. brought it to us, and now we bring it to you:
My fiancé Nicole Marcy and I ride and race dirt bikes in Baja a lot, usually on multi-day trips with overnight stops at ranchos and mountain lodges. I always travel light and take what I can carry on my back: trunks, T-shirt and Sanuks. After 100 miles of riding, its always great to clean up and relax in some comfy gear. Sometimes Nicole rides and sometimes she follows me in a truck.
Coming off the mountain last spring, I lost one of my Sanuks when it fell off my back fender, where I had it strapped to my bike. When I stopped to take a leak about halfway down a 50 mile rural Baja route, I noticed that it was missing and decided to huck the lone flipper off into the canyon below. As I was trying to throw it, a feeling went through my bones to hang onto it and I didn’t want to litter the Baja landscape. I was bummed but strapped it securely to my fender again and continued toward Tecate.
Hours later, my fiancé Nicole Marcy and our friends, who had followed me down the 50 mile dirt route in a 4×4, joined us at a rancho outside Tecate and we had beers and dinner. She told the entire group that she had an announcement to make specifically to me. She asked me if anything out of the ordinary happened on my ride that day and I told her it was uneventful except for losing one of my Sanuks.
She explained that she had been sleeping in the truck when she woke up from a dream and demanded that the driver stop the truck somewhere along a 50 mile stretch of the route and told everyone that something was wrong. Both trucks stopped and everyone got out to stretch and have a beer. Meanwhile she wandered 20-30 meters around the back of the truck for 20 minutes and no one could figure out what was going on until she looked down at the sandy dirt surface and picked up my stray Sanuk flip flop off the ground. She actually took a whiff and knew immediately that it was mine.
We believe in miracles and that we have ESP with each other. I will marry her next month on the beach, and of course, I’ll be wearing “The Miracle Sanuks”. Thanks Nicolean Dynamite and thanks Sanuk! - Scotty B. aka Breauxman
And they both lived happily ever after…
Keep those emails flowing, Happyheads!
