Some of you may know that I grew up in Cali. In my first 19 years of life I moved all up and down the coast.
- Santa Maria
- El Cajon (San Diego)
- Santa Barbara
Each one of those cities, save the dreadful town that is Pomona, had a beach not more than 45 minutes away. In the awesome town of SB, I could literally ride my bike and be on the waves in 30 minutes. I started off trying to be a cool California surfer-dude, but being a soccer player all of my friends were boogie-boarders. I’m not talking white-water warriors or foam freaks, I’m talking Drop-Knee, 360’n Barrel Rollin’ fools who stuck together and could hunt in packs.
Surfers, beware. Continue Reading…