Ahhhh! I'm loving the winter storms.

Washng machine monster surf, dodging squalls and wind up and down like whores draws,,
Stupid winds little kites and big air.

It sorts the men from the boys too. when she's squalling and gusting to the late 30's only a select few of storm searching mad men turn up. Those are the best days.

Boosting over massive white wash weaving in and out of the mayhem.


Ahhhhh ! Winter stoke!