When it is the middle of summer, a 100 degrees and my brain is frying. There is not even a whisper of wind and the sun is burning everything to a crisp, withered stalk I need to remember days like Monday in December.
Seventy five degrees, a nice breeze blowing and my toes are freezing even with a 5 mil wetsuit on. That is when I actually get to go ride my kite board.
I saw this from a slightly different perspective since my buddy Guy Witherspoon was shooting and I was the one getting the frozen toes and dizzy from all the spinning.
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