Since I'm still getting back into the swing of things and the way of the wetsuit, I neglected to complete my pre-flight checklist and forgot to bring a towel. Any perverts equipped with night vision goggles at the northwest corner of Solana Beach caught two eyefuls of man-ass as I changed in Opie.
We checked Seaside, walking down from Solana Beach so as to avoid having to pay $20 each to park there. That sucked.
I suggested Pillbox (and Solana Beach, thank you so much for not charging us to park there...yet!). That was slightly less sucky.
Tim suggested Ponto and we headed up there. There was a good-sized pack on it already.
I caught my first wave within ten minutes. It was a sneaker left. I got up and pumped a few times. I bottom-turned and smacked it, catching some spray going out the back from the corner of my eye. I pumped a few more times, then finished it well. A shocking two-non-slash maneuver wave with a shocking two makes!
I got burned on my next two. I then suggested Tim and I switched boards. I got to ride his beast of a quad-fin, nearly 50 liters (the Tomo on which I paddled out was 27). On my first wave on it, it didn't sink down as much as I expected upon pop-up, and stubbed my toe pretty bad. I got up and tumbled off. I was a victim of the bends, going from my tiny board to his.
I caught another wave and was grooving around on it, but after enjoying the extra paddle power was ready to switch back.
Going from his board to mine was like going from a fat chick to an hourglass figure. It took all of my mental power to keep the boner demons away.
We went in not long thereafter.
We checked Seaside, walking down from Solana Beach so as to avoid having to pay $20 each to park there. That sucked.
I suggested Pillbox (and Solana Beach, thank you so much for not charging us to park there...yet!). That was slightly less sucky.
Tim suggested Ponto and we headed up there. There was a good-sized pack on it already.
I caught my first wave within ten minutes. It was a sneaker left. I got up and pumped a few times. I bottom-turned and smacked it, catching some spray going out the back from the corner of my eye. I pumped a few more times, then finished it well. A shocking two-non-slash maneuver wave with a shocking two makes!
I got burned on my next two. I then suggested Tim and I switched boards. I got to ride his beast of a quad-fin, nearly 50 liters (the Tomo on which I paddled out was 27). On my first wave on it, it didn't sink down as much as I expected upon pop-up, and stubbed my toe pretty bad. I got up and tumbled off. I was a victim of the bends, going from my tiny board to his.
I caught another wave and was grooving around on it, but after enjoying the extra paddle power was ready to switch back.
Going from his board to mine was like going from a fat chick to an hourglass figure. It took all of my mental power to keep the boner demons away.
We went in not long thereafter.
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