Ian was one of those people, who could roll a joint... while driving. One of the select few who can drive with their knees, thats probably why he got into so many accidents. When I met him he was driving a little white volkswagen that had a smashed front windshield and a wrecked drivers side door, the drivers side window would not roll up and was stuck permanently open. The damages were both from separate accidents. The windshield had been from him breaking so hard last minute and his surfboard smashing right into the front windshield. I thought that was cute.
We drove around a lot Ian and I. My being in photography school and him being a surfer, we ended up at a lot of beaches. I was constantly scouting out a new location and he was constantly scouting out a new wave. It worked out perfectly. One spring, Ian's parents Susan and Travis came to visit, and stayed in San Clemente. They thought they could watch us do our beach thing. The only problem was that their was a huge storm and the waves were frightening, no one was out.
We tried our luck at trails, because I also had a photography final due the next day... "A Day In The Life of a Surfer"... Ian was the only one who would go out for me that day. Even though we made complete asses of ourselves and caught zero waves, we had a lot of fun, like we always did.
