There was a combo swell in the water, so I made the call to hit up D Street. Mike had a pep in his step due to his brand-spanking new 4/3 wetsuit.
We walked a bit south to try to avoid a small pack and paddled out around E Street.
My first wave was a middling right that allowed me to make it halfway through a bottom turn and nothing more before closing out.
My second wave allowed me to drop in, see just how hard it was going to close out, and kick my board up in the air before the wave rolled over me.
I got a look at another left and mustered up a drop, trim, and soul arch before jumping over the foam of the closeout.
At this point, the following Adele song crept into my head, but change the title and lyrics from "...Pavements" to "...Closeouts":
I caught a right and tucked into a crab grab. I was ambitious in my trajectory, and swooped too far out onto the flats. The lip comically smashed me on the head robbing me of my half-second of glory. I came up laughing and paddled out to see if Mike was ready to go in.