hanna kung fu and calisthenics

still recovering from the marathon seshie yesterday w. the brooklyn squadron. we set sail before daybreak with our sights on some northern nj spots. conditions were favorable, but the crowd factor was already peaking at 7:00am with bike rack after bike rack jammed with stickered up bro-peds. after a quick survey of the monmouth region it was unanimous that we should surf uncrowded beachies to ourselves.

jb was rad enough to snap some shots of the crew in between sessions. here are some of the highlights -






















la grande entrée






















planet of the apes (statue of liberty just out the back)






















ben - flying elbow drop






















ben - sweep the leg






















stephen - santa cruz gnar death stare





















me, dp - hip toss





















me - squat thrust

nj scallops

looking promising in da outlook - have not sussed any of the exit 98 sandbars out in a while, but am ready to get to it - "smile & dial - that's all you have to remember" - Jordan Belfort, The Wolf of Wall Street.

40° 0' 4.27 N 74° 3' 27.64 W

while dp's ice cold colt 45in down neck, just up rt. 35 lives an entirely other beast.

Big shout to the boys of Manasquan. Between slinging filet on their front porch, competitive bocce ball sessions at the beach and shouting out Bon Jovi at Bar-A, these dudes know how to stay cool. Aviators are optional, but solo cups of budlight are mandatory!!!


The only thing missing from that picture is Paulie Walnuts tanning up.


/// for you speed demons, manasquan has some serious surf:

The Manasquan Inlet provides some of the East Coast's best surfing (sometimes over 15 foot swells) with waves being corralled, refracted and enlarged by the jetty protruding out into the Atlantic Ocean.

so when your finished with your aye-yeem set, swing through and take a load off with the boys.