The morning was free for a 6:00 surf check - I was awake anyway, thanks to our neighbors, who've recently acquired a rooster. Yep. Gotta love Leucadia.
South I drove, down to Semi-Secret Spot, which was crap, so north I drove, to C-bad, which was also crap. I spent a bit longer than normal observing the surf, because I'd pulled up next to three, count 'em, three of C-bad's Finest - a trio of motorcycle cops who were having an enlightening conversation about the art of giving out speeding tickets (one actually had a radar gun in hand, but putting it use, well, that would have meant working). One of the officers was speaking of a guy he'd pulled over for "doin' 40" - "I was gonna give him a warning, but he didn't apologize, so I gave him the ticket." Thus was justice served, and the good citizens of Carlsbad breathed a collective sigh of relief, as another villain received his come-uppance.
