Cowabunga, or Hang Ten, or Something
-Brand-new surf board, dragged across the driveway to make it look worn? Check.
-Embarrassingly skintight wet suit? Check.
-One former New York resident who doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing out here and therefore can’t do much more than paddle around for an hour? Check.
That pretty much sums up my first go at surfing. And I lost my Dodgers cap, which I don’t think I was supposed to wear for this particular activity anyway.
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