NSSS vs. SSS

Back at home, on a sunny summer weekend, surfing is like playing bumper cars again. It's hard to readjust. Yesterday when the waves were smaller it wasn't quite suicide going out, and I got some rides, but today, with bigger steeper waves and even more people, it was not fun. Two rides and a lot of pulling back when there was anything halfway decent because someone else was (or three people were) already on them. Anarchy is the only rule.

My original life plan was to eventually move down south, but I've liked it here so much for the past couple of years I've wondered whether I will actually move. I could change my mind. After experiencing both spots at the height of summer this past week, let's compare NSSS (Not So Secret Spot) in NYC with SSS (Secret Southern Spot) in an undisclosed red state.

SSS: Dolphins in the lineup NSSS: Trash in the lineup

SSS: "Are you OK, Ma'am?" NSSS: "If you get in my way again, Ima gonna fuckin' kill you"

SSS: Families on vacation NSSS: Drug dealers selling pot

SSS: 8-10 is a crowd NSSS: 50 surfers ready to kill for the same wave

SSS is a nature preserve, so you see wild animals.
NSSS is a ghetto, so you see wild humans.

Waves are equally crappy in both places, in my experience.

There is one advantage for the North, though:

SSS: You can't even buy a bottle of water on the beach, let alone food.
NSSS: Pizza shop delivers to the beach.

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