In Good Taste

Here's a more tasteful posting...my offering at Saturday's holiday celebration.

The Game

And how you play the game
Is how the game plays you, way true –Chali2na

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Morning Go Out

Dillon Delights

Yeah….I got the memo.

Seems that while I was biking yesterday Dillon was firing. So much for my wave prognosticating methods. So many passions; so little time!

“Dillon Delights”, read Doug’s email. Such alliteration! What would today’s email be? I didn’t want to find out.

So rather than living vicariously again through Doug’s emails, I decided to go for it. The impending storm and prospect of a windblown, bumpy ocean would not stop me.

I was happily surprised to see some clean conditions and surf buds Doug & Jim in the line up & rding tasty waves. Dillon dished me up a first wave that in itself made the drive worthwhile! It was a long, workable right that did delight. I carved it like Thanksgiving dinner.

I did have my fill of close outs, but had a nice serving of exciting rides too. I left feeling rather satiated. Call it almost “delectable Dillon”.

It Hurts so Good

I finally pumped up the nearly flat tires on my long ignored and cobweb covered road bike.

During the summer and glorious fall, my mt. bike & surfboards were the vehicles of choice. Now the season has changed; let the cross training begin. Time to “shut up & ride”.

707SURF

“We old men need waves like these to keep us going”, commented Doug. He looked neither old, nor in need of any kind of push as he raced across big wave faces.

Jim showed lots of courage not only in taking chances and making his share of often overhead waves. He was also brazen enough to surf with a bloody hand right near the mouth of the Tomales Bay....and thankfully not near another kind of mouth, known to these waters.

I saw 707SURF Alec snag a long, long righteous right and paddle back quite stoked. A fiery flamenco guitarist, Alec talked shop with jazz guitarist Jim between sets.

My wave count was not prolific today, as these big rollers were hard to catch. The handful of rides I got were worth it though….big and fast. I am over any doubt about how the new board can carve too.

The setting: Dillon Beach in Sonoma County (or so it seems). The crew: all Sonoma County boys, usually interlopers at an undisclosed Marin location. Once in awhile you gotta represent at the home turf….well make that home surf. Thus Alec’s surf gangsta, area code plate “707SURF”.

This was one frigid, foggy morning and three of us emerged frozen and eager for creature comfort, coffee and camaraderie at the Dillon Beach Café. There we looked out on the waves searching for our lost surf bud. It seems that Jim doesn’t like to say goodbye, I’m told. When we finally regrouped with this stoic surfer, he was actually blue!