Forecast said "small" so I loaded up the Xtracycle and went in search of surf. I found plenty of it, in the "sectiony", "crumbly" range with overtones of sarsparilla and a leathery mouthfeel. I placed a Shakti Stone on my rig and shortly thereafter the surf improved noticeably; the midrange gained added authority and depth, and highs gained spectactular tactility, ease and pace. Don't even get me started about the bass.
I did not surf, however, because I went all the way down to ###### and then up to ###### and saw nary a human-seal in the water. It was empty, folks. Conditions being small, it was one of those rare days at Ocean Beach which screams for the newcomers to run out in the water while everyone else stays home; however the utter lack of surfers was enough to turn me around. Perhaps they knew something I did not? And though it seemed like the least likely day to drown me, having someone around to bear witness would have been nice.
I did see what appeared to be Cryptomail's Miata in the ###### parking lot, with its signature busted window, but I saw no sign of the man himself.
I came home with a filthy bike and a profound expression of "meh" on my face. Next time.
