Philip Thurston/E+ via Getty Images Back in the day, in my eternal quest for the perfect wave in my teens and 20s, the old surfer in me longed for those warm, sunny days when I could leisurely travel the world (or at least my local beaches) looking for the right setup. I always liked right-hand point breaks where I could tuck into the barrel of the wave and travel on down the line, riding from the trough to the peak and back down again, gaining speed and momentum. This analogy could be applicable to my sear ...