A few years back my girlfriend got me surfing lessons for my birthday. So one Saturday morning, I went down to this weird beach sorta by the airport, and met a couple of hippie-looking dudes unpacking boards and equipment out of this run-down LA Surf School van. There was just me, and this touristy dad and his daughter. The instructors gave us some wet suits that smelled like mildew and told us to lay flat on these boards they’d put out on the beach. For like thirty minutes we didn’t even go into the water, but just kept practicing popping up on the board. Anyway, finally they paddle us out into the breakwaters, and I swear to god, I got up on my first try, and rode this wave all the way up to shore! But that’s when Chuck Woolery, the guy from TV, popped up out of the shallows, dragged me into his Land Cruiser, and took me from behind. I thought he was Alan Thicke at first, but he kept grunting his name, so I put two and two together.
— JAY (San Dimas, CA)