Bad habits die hard. I was suppose to be in wine class this morning, my favorite class and one I really hate missing, but I had to work the Lunch/Dinner shift at work today thus forcing my hand. I truly thought there was a Friday night section of the class, which I would later find out was on Thursday night. I really need to pay more attention to the details in life so I stop constantly blowing it. That being said if I had to do it all over again I would still miss class, even if I went into the session knowing I was to destroy my favorite surfboard ever.
I woke up and checked the buoys. They were solid and the wind was off shore with an eight am low tide. All signs pointed to Rincon. I got there and the lot was barely half full. I knew judging from Santa Clause that there was a wave so I just suited up with out checking it. As I came out of the trail I saw a solid eight to ten foot set five waves deep stand up and unload top to bottom through the cove, barrel and spit.
There were only about ten guys on it. The water turned out to be freezing and after the first half hour the wind went south. Bobby was killing it as always. I had a few great ones including a really fun inside double up that I had some words with some dude about claiming that i paddled around him. I mean come on man its fucking Rincon. That sort of thing happens all the time. For the record I did not deliberately paddle the guy. I was paddling further up the point when the wave came and I swung around for it.
I was a solid twenty yards up from him when I took off. He proceeded to burn me then call me gay as I passed him, floated a fifteen yard section leaving him in the dust. That turned out to be one of the better waves of the session for me. Then it happened, I caught the best wave of the winter for me at Rincon. I was fucking freezing and it was toward the middle of the session. This bomb set came and caught everyone out of position. The eighth wave in the set missed the outer break point of high cove and doubled up right where I was sitting. No one was deeper so I took off. I got to the bottom of the thing and it was way way way over my head. Im going to have to claim ten feet on this one. I hit it three times before pulling into a huge gaping tube which I came out of then did another two huge tail free backside hacks. As I was going up for the third one I blew my tail out way to far and found myself free falling down a good six feet with the lip. When I looked under me there was this dude right where I was going to land so I ditched. I ended up getting worked super hard. I hit the bottom and got pinned there! When I came up dude and I were tangled while being battered by solid six foot waves.
When we got free I noticed that the tail of my board was destroyed. Too bad to cause I really like this board and Kooky dinged my other board while he was visiting last week. Although beat up I deemed my tail still surfable and the waves were way to good to get out considering I still had another half hour of surf time. Right after that wave the tide and wind got funky and I never saw another really good one.
Then on my last wave to add injury to insult some dude burned me and as I was attempting to pass him he smashed his nose into my rail compressing it a half inch into the board. I was dumbfounded by the whole thing because it was not even a good wave. It was an insider I took just because I was out of time and had to go to work. Basically in summary I missed my favorite class of the week, caught my best personal wave as far as size and quality go at Rincon for the season yet managed to destroy my board on it and some idiot decided that my board was not broken enough and went ahead and helped to finish the job. For some stupid reason if you asked me if I would do it all over again my reply would be damn straight.
My wonderful board before getting mangled at Rincon.
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Surfing Ruined My Life 