David Lee rides the A Train for the The New York Times and explains what it’s like to be a New York City surfer.
Contrary to so many surf destinations, nothing about the subway platform on Broad Channel Island suggests the approach of the beach. There are no bleached blondes talking it up, no garish surf stickers on public property, just the resigned faces of commuters in a place that could be anywhere grim. . . . We boarded the same shuttle with our disparate intentions, and within minutes I could see the sea peeking from behind a high-rise apartment building, the north wind holding up the waves, curling lips on cold dark faces.
Truth is: surfers around the world do whatever it takes to ride waves and if that means the A-Train and surviving the Rockaway locals, then so be it.
[Link: New York Times]
