Line: A former surfer, I can never visit a beach without gazing into the waves and picking an imaginary line. Regardless of whether it is crushingly big and heavy, or a tiny little beach break – there are always imaginary lines being surfed through my mind. From flowing waves to the tacky black tar-pop of tightly sprung switchbacks, the wall-up on wall-up of giddyingly impossible ramps, and the Escher-like repeating spiralled tight corners. I'm still picking that line.
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