Listen, I know you're king shiat at the local quarry, but thinking you're gonna roll into SoCal and not get mowed in the surf is just ignorant. What we do here is pretty specialized. Come on over with all yo' still water skeels and stories of your cold water exploits. Bring it, hayseed. Snicker at our bone cracking 50 degree water all you want, gravel digger. We'll be the ones at your side when a mighty 2 footer (that you'll later tell your hole-in-the-ground buddies was a 6 footer) sends you barrell rolling sand-water-sky sand-water-sky sand-water-sky. When you come up huffing and wide-eyed, after we pick you up out of the shin-deep foam, we'll all laugh at you and you'll look like a dork.