Deferred maintenance is partly learned, partly cultural for me, lately I've been wondering if its truly an innate human nature. With respect to our automobiles its definitely innate. Take for example the above picture. Witness Lewis driving his girlfriends car late last night along the lagoon road with the gas light shining brightly. We've just coasted down the hill into the y to save gas, and are debating whether he can make it back to the city w/o filling up. Of course its christmas eve/morning and nothing's open so its all very academic at this point. We are reminiscing about how coasting down from Pantoll was routine in our high school days. It was sport to see how far into Tam Junction one could get before applying the gas. Apparently this is not just a male thing, my Ex called hours earlier, stranded by the side of the road half way to SB, having misjudged the distance between gas stations.
The kicker to all this is that Lewis is driving his girlfriend's car because his car, a second generation deferred maintenance vehicle, ( passed down from his father Michael, the King of deferred maintenance to the Prince, Lewis ) is only reliable enough for checking the beach during daylight hours.
I should talk, I'm driving around an unregistered vehicle that needs to have the coolant topped off every week or so. The replacement radiator and waterpump sit in my garage, awaiting spare cycles in my hectic life. I think I'll have time in the new year.
Saturday started out good and got better. Met Cline and Avery before dawn to surf cold offshores. Lewis and Dave joined in along with a thousand of our friends. Absolutely freezing but nice. Retreated to Lewis and Ange's to hang out by the fire, trying desperately to raise my core temp above 52 degrees farenheit. Warm feet, warm heart.
Hurley sample sale went off without a hitch, and it was time to surf again.
Second session was even better, head high offshore peaks that broke in long reeling lines. Easy to slide into, and doubling up on the inside bar. Paddled into my best wave since Chile. A well overhead picture perfect left with not a drop of water out of place. Rode it to the inside with the lip feathering overhead. Perfection. Life should be so easy. Reminded me why I started surfing.