The owner of the surf school is a weathered Jeff Bridges character, his nose painted white with sunscreen and a dad-joke ready for every question (“Everything I learned about surfing I read in a book! And I can’t read!”). He stands on the far end of the parking lot, scanning the line of motley newbies and shuffling us around according to some unannounce…
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