My wetsuits are like my quiver, full of holes. This has been the coldest dawn patrol winter in recent memory. It just so happens that it's my "stretch" year for wetsuits, where I'm trying to make older suits last just one... more... season.I've been freezing. In the midst of my chattering and shivering I have the luxury of looking around and seeing every toasty geo-neo-eco-limestone suit keeping fellow surfers comfortable in the lineup. "Sorry, I can't feel my torso anymore so I had to drop in on you." Hee, hee.
I sent in a 4/3 Rip Curl suit in horrible shape hoping for a miracle repair. A couple days later I get a quote for $41 to repair a tear and some seamwork. Ok. A month or so passes and I haven't heard a word about said suit. I call and a nice dude tells me they totally forgot about my suit. Damn. So I'm expecting my $41 charge and a crappy suit back really late. I pick up the suit last Sunday. It is almost better than new! Newly taped and sealed seams, new fireskin liner (which was not even on the original suit), new back and front panel. No Charge!
I had sworn off RIp Curl after this suit self-destructed but thanks to a little costumer care- they may have a return costumer. Still, I think next winter may be bite the bullet Patatuse time.