Sandspit sure does have a personality of its own. It offers its own brand of wipeouts, from the sling shot wedgey take offs that turn surfers into airborn crash test dummies, to the good old fashioned attempted shoulder take off with the bottom dropping out. Face, meet concrete disguised as water. Now go enjoy your headache. Any given wave is likely to offer a handful of surfers experiencing each of these fates, section after section after section.
But of course to understand why we would all subject ourselves to the potential carnage, one has to see the glass as half full. Sure, odds are you’ll end up eating sand, but it’s all for a good cause: the pursuit of that little, fast, hollow, poo brown barrel that opens its arms wide as if to say “Let’s do this.”
