Dairywimple clocked in at San Onofre Surf Beach for a 2006
update. The changes for next year are as follow. In order
for the State to pave the old dirt road, it is going to budget
in the form of a Annual Pass increase to $215.00 Annual, or
$18.00 daily. Southern California Edison has allowed a 425
maximum car allowable, up from 324. Public latrines will cost
.75 a shot. For night surfers SCG&E will contract high
visibility pole lights for illumination. Haw'n Gardens will be
widened for as many as ten cars for ease and comfort when clogging
the road. All fee increases will be accepted pursuant to 12/1/05.
On the bright side, in conjunction with the NSSF SOSC BOD is sanctioning
a multi-unilateral surf squad competing in West Coast Exhibition
matches concluding in 2008.

Written by Raul Santos "Nachito" Macias
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES.

"THE CURSE OF EDDIE MCBRIDE"
The Unknown Masked "Rider" arrived early, his board a
clear 9'6", no frills Yater. Six AM comes fast at
The Old 'Nofre. Masked "Rider" entered his secret parking spot,
not far south of the ever-still wind indicator. Carefully,
he untied the Yater, set it on the cool, damp, morning
sand. The beach was empty, save for some mischievous
skunks frolicking on the dirt road. The Rider eased to
water, splashing himself, and waxing his board. It was
a nice warm water, but it was August, with no wind, a
perfect day. He smiled to himself, and paddled to the
reef, his flattened hand barely breaking water. He verified
his mark, looking beneath the glassy surface. He smiled once
again, there it was a few feet beneath the surface in water
crystal clear. It was the EMcB gold doubloon, a surfer's
good fortune. The "Rider" felt confident mow. He positioned
the Yater, ready for a late take-off when the magic wave
arrived out of the South. Waiting alone, The "Rider" contemplated
the smooth aquamarine tone in the water, the bubbling whitewater,
the supreme stillness in the air. Suddenly, movement on the
horizon The "Rider" knew this was the one. One stroke, he was
in and up. The transparent comber thrust Rider forward with
great acceleration, foam was spiny up and over the back of
the wave, then he was flying across the pristine face. Fish
scurried out of his way. Right now "Rider" was King. He leaned
into a Soul Arch bottom turn, nose tweaked several times, angled
left back right, stalled to the max, released and blew across
the bowl. "Rider" was magnificent. Oh dear, I'm at Starbuck's,
my times up, some Maven wants the machine.

Written by Salvador Jesus Montoya
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES

SANO Surf Club toddlar's untimely death linked
to sick beach dog carrying deadly rabies before
the SOSC Emergency Services could transfer the
four year old to hospital. Ranger Ephriam mourns
the child's loss, but pointed out to the BOD how
important lock-jaw shots are. The child's paddle-out
is pending, awaiting autopsy report.

Written by Aikim Sahoob Garcia.
BRUCE SAVAGE SABD ASSOCIATES

Isn't this Bush something else. He tried to turn our beautiful
country over to Vincente for a nice chunk of Pemex oil so he
can live comfortably with his daddy and Bro in Tejas, bot
praise the Lord, these Senators stepped in and put the kabosh
on things, in short, no weasel Amnisty Guest Worker Program
with indulto built in. No siree, Bob. This is our country, not
Bush's, or oil magnate Vincente, or Viareagosa, or Gilbert Sedillo's.
I became constipated early yesterday, but the receiving nurse refused
to admit me. Nobody in the hospital could utter a word of English,
but I refused to speak a woud of Spanish. I was born in beautiful
Downtown L.A. [which now looks like East Tijuana B.C.Norte]. I
hope I live long enough to see Fox voted out neXt year,
and he will be, the Mexicano doesn't like him. Not at all!

Written by Pedro Morales Sanchez.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES