Today, after nearly more than 15 years of surfing, I had my first encounter with localism on a physical and personal level. I've gotten the stink eye paddling out at a localized spot, i've dropped in on the bro-est bro and been berated for it, and I like to think I've made it through all of these experiences with some level of dignity intact.
Today was on a different level.
A few friends and I went up north to a somewhat guarded spot where i surf a fair amount, mostly in the summer. For the most part, everyone there is friendly. Today seemed no different, chats with folks in the parking lot, no bad attitude. I ended up not surfing, just wandering around the gorgeous scenery while my buddies darted back and forth trying to catch the shifting frustrating mushballs rolling through. After a couple hours call it quits, and decide to grab some beers, and check out a nearby spot that probably everyone reading this has heard of. Walk a ways to the check spot and drink beer, watch some dudes get pounded, and have an all around great time as the sun sets. Beers finished, make the trek back to the car where we see one of the tires is flat. And another... Around to the other side, WTF? 3 flat tires. After a minute of trying to figure out what the hell happened, its clear that this was a malicious act. Someone let the air out.
After trying to flag some folks down, I did get a jeep to stop, which chance of chances contained cryptomail (Thanks bro!) then a local guy stopped by, and ended up making 2 trips to his shop, filling a compressor, then ultimately going back, making a tool to screw the valve cores back in... these a-holes knew how to flatten a tire quick! This guy took an hour out of his night to help us out, all because some other folks from his town didn't like a car with surfboards at "their" break.
My problems with this scenario are many.
First, we didn't even surf there. Just watching some waves, drinking some beer and hanging out. No way we could have pissed anyone off.
This didn't ruin our day, it didn't scare us off, I was laughing my ass off the entire time.
The flat tires mostly inconvenienced one of their neighbors, this guy went so far out of his way to help he ended up getting a pissed off call from his wife for not being home for dinner.
The whole night was absurd, from the other people in the parking lot, to the guy who helped us, it was a bizarre experience. I still can't figure out what the reasoning behind letting the air out was. Was it the boards? Was it because the car has Texas tags? Was it because the car has Air Force tags? Was it because its a Volvo? Completely random?
I understand the local attitude, no one wants their break invaded by a million people, but what good does letting the air out of the tires do? A minor inconvenience, mostly to the neighbors, and a really amusing story for me to tell. (I'll be the hit of the next meet up, promise) I'm still trying to get my head around the evening, but figured I'd post up here so as not to leave crypto in the dark.






