Dropping in on the drop-in king
A rite of passage here, an obligation of everyone who calls themselves a surfer sooner or later: dropping in on C. Rules of etiquette don't apply when dealing with someone who himself knows only one rule: "My waves!"
It's all in good fun. You can't take C. too seriously or make him what he isn't.
Today I had the great pleasure of not only dropping in on him, but making the wave and riding it down the line, leaving him in the dust so to speak, muttering for hours afterwards "Grandma dropped in on me;" and doing so to the great amusement of an appreciative audience watching from the peanut gallery on the boardwalk.
Sweet.
It's all in good fun. You can't take C. too seriously or make him what he isn't.
Today I had the great pleasure of not only dropping in on him, but making the wave and riding it down the line, leaving him in the dust so to speak, muttering for hours afterwards "Grandma dropped in on me;" and doing so to the great amusement of an appreciative audience watching from the peanut gallery on the boardwalk.
Sweet.
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