I cut into the wave and gain momentum before hurtling upward toward the sun. One revolution… two revolutions… three! I meet the wave with grace and catch my balance before I make another pass at it. Here we go. Uh-oh, something’s not right. I didn’t launch with as much air as I had intended, but I’m feeling greedy. Let’s see how this goes… one, two, and — wipeout! So much for this round. I can barely look at the score without wincing.