Surfing by bike
Not a big deal. As a bus owner you get used to that.
I already use my bike for errands, to visit friends, go to the movies or dinner etc.
So for the last four weeks I have “upped” my training miles, and altered some of my “work outs”. And made some other minor adjustments.
One adjustment that I hadn’t contemplated was how to go surfing.
I haven’t enjoyed surfing since the bus broke. Not that I actually surf as much as I paddle out, get pummeled, and paddle out again. But, it’s the principle.
I tried clutching the long board under my arm, but if I pedaled faster than a geezer the wind would catch the board and I’d spin out of control like a chopper going down.
I tried balancing it on my head. The flying nun made it look easy. It isn’t.
Tried lashing it to my B.O.B. Trailer. That might work for Kelly Slater’s 'dagger’ but not my 8 foot floater. Not even with a skateboard bungied under the skegs.
Marla with her surf rig...
Even so, one afternoon I pedaled that board halfway to the beach, when I realized I had forgotten my wet suit. By the time I had struggled back home I was too frustrated to head out again.
Once I did walk the whole way. I started out wearing my wetsuit. Carrying it seemed like just one more thing. Black wet suits a mile from the beach under the August sun are hot. Just a few minutes into my surf safari, I was sprawled out on the shoulder of the road squirming out of my now wet only-on-the-inside suit.
I turbaned my sweaty suit on top of my head and it worked out pretty well as a cushion under my board. And the board did provide some shade.
But my spindly deltoids and tiny triceps were throbbing before I dipped a toe into the water. My back ached a little bit, too. And my neck was stiff.
Huffing home was such a travail that I hid the suit and board behind some bushes on the dunes, and later pedaled back out to rescue them. First the board, then another trip back for the wetsuit.
Not my best surfing sojourn.
My bus is now finally around the corner at the specialist’s. The injectors or the CPU or something else expensive I’m sure to find out.
As a Cyclist, my broken down bus wasn’t too much of a hassle.
As a Surfer, it really sucked.
*NOTE: If anyone's interested, I've offered a comment below to last week's many observations, opinions, criticisms, and rebuttals.