We packed up Black Betty and headed down to Malibu for the MSA contest. Sporting suits for the drive down, we pulled into the parking lot late night for some beers and stories of small waves. The boys made it through there heats no problem, but don't surf again till the morning. The barking dog in the parking lot got shut up pretty quick after he enjoyed his taste if ire-ness. We call him stoney now.
more to come...
