Can I Hear A Hey

The next time out (after a killer session) is never as good. Well you can lay that theory to rest. I ripped a sick backside wave where the wall was holding up and just kept going.

"If it's all right with you, I'll rip this here one apart"

It was cool, I just kept looking way down the line--carving the wave.

You know I was in the right spot today 'cause the Kennebunk gang was here in the morning and the Higgins crew in the evening.