We abandoned our usual Christmas running diary feature after a week plus of solid rains left us emptyhanded for most of the holiday break along the Central Coast. A lull in the weather earlier this week finally allowed us to release some of our collective frustrations from awkward Facebook photo exchanges, fruitless underage soda bar encounters, message board taunts and threats, and an overall lack of anything resembling rideable amidst sewage spills and beach access closures. An all-out dropknee takeover would ensue at the local reef, with a double session of head high offshore bowls being sandwiched about a Del’s prep cooking marathon. The first session was promising, and the matinee footage viewing even inspired old Hellmore to shine on the second batch of dinner rolls to get in on the action. DK Wars was on!