Ugh. Now we are in it. Me thinks it's gonna be flat for awhile. Yesterday, Andy and I paddled out at the pier. All we really did was sit there and talk about his Costa Rica trip. Karen said she was walking Jake and saw me get a decent little right, but it felt like we weren't surfing at all. But, it was good, actually, to get out there in the water and just hang with Andy. We have fun no matter what. We made plans to hit the point on the next swell. Oh, when will that ever be? I saw a little swirl action above Puerto Rico this afternoon on the infrared satellite loop, and gasped aloud in the silence of the Flagler College library. Oh, I have it bad. So, this morning when I checked it, it looked so sad. So I decided to jump on the bike and ride up A1A. Sorry to tell my biking pals, but biking is no where near as good as surfing, no matter what I previously might have said. It's fun taking corners fast, and dodging cars and outracing dogs and things for the adrenalin rush, but nothing comes close to seeing that green wall stack up in front of you, just waiting for something to happen. Road-biking is a good substitute, though, so that's what I got today. Afterwards, me and the Junior Devil headed to Crossovers for some bodyboard action and Surf Ace charging. Sean Lennon was out there and said Hi! He was teaching some autistic kids to bodyboard. Good on ya, Sean! Then I saw Poncho in the parking lot, carrying an old Bob Rohmann Proshapes under his arm. Classic! I wonder how ol' Rohmann is doing these days. Quiksilver Mogul!
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