I was on limited time, and I was aching to surf. I was on my way to check Harbor due to the low tide when I suffered what could kindly be described as technical difficulties. I went from the street to the sidewalk so I wouldn't be in the way of the car turning right behind me. I didn't jump the curb or do anything crazy, I took the curb cut up and out of the corner of my eye I caught my surfboard literally nosediving. My adrenalin kicked in and I opted against reaching for it, as my mind made a snap decision that could lead to me crashing (it would have been the best course of action in hindsight).
I steered the bike so it was right on the edge of the sidewalk and applied the brake. I watched helplessly, or so it felt, as the nose of my board skidded in the grass and dirt to my right.
I surveyed the damage and the board was scratched but not dinged.
I stuffed the horizontal bar as best I could and continued on my way, with one hand on my board. I nervously went down Seagaze towards the "boardwalk", not an easy task while holding the bike steady with one hand while engaging the coaster brakes. I stopped when I saw some waves and fiddled with that damn loose bar. After a solid minute, I had it in there well and tight.
I rode all the way to Harbor and that looked worse than I'd seen when I was pulled over. What caught my eye was the lefts off Mira Mar street. On my way back from Harbor, I pulled in and anchored my bike to an ancient taxpayer-subsidized bbq grill.
I paddled out to a completely empty lineup. I was reminded on this paddle-out, my first sans wetsuit one in almost nine months, how much easier it is to paddle without a wetsuit. Normally when I paddle out, my arms start burning towards the end of my journey past the waves. I felt so free. I wonder if this is how women feel when they go braless...
My first and best wave happened less than thirty seconds after perching. I dropped down the initial steep section and rounded the corner. I snapped it well, then descended. I pumped once or twice to make the connection and once I did, I was rewarded with a soft section of the right meeting me. I tapped it so as not to overdo it but my fins lost purchase in the foam.
I caught a couple of others, both closeouts, then bailed. I had an early appointment to get to.
I steered the bike so it was right on the edge of the sidewalk and applied the brake. I watched helplessly, or so it felt, as the nose of my board skidded in the grass and dirt to my right.
I surveyed the damage and the board was scratched but not dinged.
I stuffed the horizontal bar as best I could and continued on my way, with one hand on my board. I nervously went down Seagaze towards the "boardwalk", not an easy task while holding the bike steady with one hand while engaging the coaster brakes. I stopped when I saw some waves and fiddled with that damn loose bar. After a solid minute, I had it in there well and tight.
I rode all the way to Harbor and that looked worse than I'd seen when I was pulled over. What caught my eye was the lefts off Mira Mar street. On my way back from Harbor, I pulled in and anchored my bike to an ancient taxpayer-subsidized bbq grill.
I paddled out to a completely empty lineup. I was reminded on this paddle-out, my first sans wetsuit one in almost nine months, how much easier it is to paddle without a wetsuit. Normally when I paddle out, my arms start burning towards the end of my journey past the waves. I felt so free. I wonder if this is how women feel when they go braless...
My first and best wave happened less than thirty seconds after perching. I dropped down the initial steep section and rounded the corner. I snapped it well, then descended. I pumped once or twice to make the connection and once I did, I was rewarded with a soft section of the right meeting me. I tapped it so as not to overdo it but my fins lost purchase in the foam.
I caught a couple of others, both closeouts, then bailed. I had an early appointment to get to.
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