Enough with all of the phone calls...
Of wave goodness.
Surely I am not missed in the water.
But it looks like two more weeks for me, the knee is not happy.
And I am grumbling, thinking maybe I can ride the sup.
But...ain't worth it.
Kid dropped off a board for repair yesterday, one of those Rebel things...
Good God.
It's a glassed ice chest.
And it's done for.
Too many hot/cold cycles and its delammed from one end of its chinese made ass to the other.
EEeeeweeewee.
Got an undercover surf car the other day, complete with racks.
Still rolling the Vanagon but I might put it up for sale soon.
The wagon didn't come with that dead seal smell but give me a week.
When I get to surf again.
See ya.
