Off to the beach like a bunch of little kids, on our bikes, with visions of the big ones dancing in our heads. When we arrived, the waves weren't as big as they were yesterday, (thank God) but they were big enough to give us a ride. One at a time, we went out to show-off our skills. Well, maybe not so skillful, but it was great to be 12 again. Show me the guy that says you can't be a kid at 59, and we will prove him wrong! We rode the waves, took in some sea water, lost our suits a couple of times (no pictures please) and had a blast acting like the kids that we are. After boogy boarding, soaking up some rays, sticking our toes in the sand, and a walk on the beach, we headed for Howard's Pub to lick our wounds, and relive the day over a cold one. (our EMS at Howard's Pub) Remember, We still had over a half mile to go. After the long trip to the boat, it was a couple of Advil and we were good to go.
September Song (THE SURFER DUDES) out
Bob
Hey mister, you sure you want to do this?
September Song (THE SURFER DUDES) out
Bob
Hey mister, you sure you want to do this?
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