Nothing has come as close to the surfing feeling as my latest purchase. The Onewheel, built by California-based company Future Motion, truly is the most innovative and creatively fun machine I’ve ridden.

With age comes the realization that some of the things I used to take for granted require a little more attention to get right.

While we might still have a few more cold snaps along the upper Texas coast this month, warmer days are just around the corner.

For some, catching waves is akin to a religious experience, each ride wiping away the troubles of the world and providing a chance to recharge our batteries. For others, surfing is a pure athletic pursuit, a way to test themselves against the elements and compete against others while doing so.

The big news in Texas surfing this week happened more than 200 miles from the nearest beach.

If you’ve been surfing for any length of time, you know there’s a delicate balance between surfers and others who are also enjoying the ocean’s bounty, notably fishermen.

A new year is upon us and with the flip of the calendar comes the New Year’s resolutions that some of us will likely break before the end of January’s first week.

The World Surf League concluded its competitive season on Oahu’s North Shore this week, capping an entertaining year with a championship showdown at the Pipeline.

Few places embody the surfing spirit more than the local surf shop. Long before Amazon and the advent of online businesses, there was the shop selling everything a surfer needed to stay stoked: surfboards, wetsuits, wax, clothing, videos and travel guides for distant locales.

Last weekend’s cold front brought an exceptionally good run of waves for Texas surfers, as both Saturday and Sunday were marked by decent size and clean conditions. It was about as good as it gets around these parts.

Despite numerous innovations in surfboard manufacturing, materials and design over the past two decades, the humble bar of surf wax has remained relatively unchanged during that time.

This past week, I joined the ranks of those annoying electric skateboard evangelists.

For decades, I’ve waited with almost manic fervor and anticipation for the arrival of the latest issue of a surf magazine in my mailbox each month.

There are few times in the year I look forward to more than the end of daylight saving time.

Every time the first cool fronts start sliding across our coast, I am initially taken back to those early days, and my attempts at staying out of that stiff-as-a-board full-suit for as long as possible.