As New Jersey surfers were winding down from back to back hurricanes (Matthew and Nicole), I decided to take a day off from the shred to prepare for my next mission. Immediately after grabbing an afternoon coffee, my girlfriend and I drove up to a bay near our home to hang out and watch the ocean. Just the two of us. You know, real romantic stuff. But what started as a coffee date quickly turned into the most epic mini score of my life when I discovered a tiny left runner breaking through that not-to-be-named bay. I immediately lost it, handed my girlfriend a video camera, suited up and was out there taking off on the knee high dream. Sorry babe.
