Photo: KladilPhoto: DaveNYC2007

The last few days, while hopping around New York City, I found myself acknowledging a few things:

-You can be immersed in the depths of a concrete jungle, and you’re still bound to randomly run into a few surfers (ie: party in the fourteenth floor of a building last night). We are a ubiquitous bunch.

-Even non-surfing New Yorkers would be good at shooting the pier, seeing how they bob deftly through moving traffic (I almost got flattened earlier today, of course).

-Put aside the obvious deterrent of submerging into 40 degree water in 30 degree windchill, there’s another challenge to making dawn patrols: routinely sitting down for dinner at midnight and going to bed at dawn.

-If you have a surfboard with you on the subway, you’re immediately cool. If you have one during winter, you’re immediately crazy.

-How many people will be walking around the city streets in wetsuits for Halloween tomorrow night? More than one, I’d wager.

-You think Cardiff Reef is overrun by SUP’ers? Check out the East River. (I hear there’s a big rivalry with the both kayakers and mobsters doling out cement shoes.)
Photo: S.Kelly