With only a few days of freedom left, I knew it would happen. Count 'em, go ahead. I did a week ago. I counted the grids on the map and roughly calculated the days before the first swell will hit from our very first real tropical storm. Oh, joy. And, on what day will this swell begin? On the day I ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY HAVE TO BE AT WORK AT 8AM. Of course.
Now, do you understand, my biking friends, why I was such a whining freak when I didn't want to go on that ride back in July and it turned out to be, as I feared, the best day of the summer? No, of course not. No one understands, not even me.
Is there a surfer's anonymous out there, anyone? I seriously need help...
Dr. Steve Brule's Solution: Move somewhere where there are waves all the time, Dummy!
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