There’s a beach-break between Davenport and Santa Cruz where you can suit-up, hook yourself to a kite, and dance the Tango on the water all by yourself
From the seat of the Harley, the kites appeared first off in the distance. Up the road a ways, I saw the surfers dancing across the water. Dressed in wet suits head-to-toe, they looked like Dolphins jumping in the surf. My first thought was, “Wow.” But as I photographed them, they began to seem like compadres. Kite-surfing is like motorcycling in a way — sometimes you share the the wave but solo is the Tao of it. Smash into a freezing wave hooked to a kite in a 30 mile an hour wind or fight a 900 pound motorcycle against the terrible gravity in the steep diabolical switchbacks of Big Sur…nothing is a match for the force of nature.
Waddell Beach, Hwy 1
September 18th 2013
Steel Wheels 