Ripping the Gnar?

That is what Serge yelled yesterday as we were heading out for a late surf. I have no idea what it means.

I had so much  fun surfing with the gang. We just surfed on stoke. We were cheering each other on. Sometimes competitively paddling for the same wave with friendly jesting intentions.

  

The wait was long. 

The waves were small and mushy. 

It was the best surf I have had in a long time. 

This is the cover to one of my many surf cds.  Dick Dale was the soundtrack we blasted while suiting up in the parking lot.