Yo. The groms are frothing. North shore is head high and glassy with slight offshore winds. What do you grab? The freaking Hypto. A 12 year old drops in on your wave but it’s no problem because you bottom turn deep under that lil bugger thanks to your handy dandy 2+1 setup and beat him to the punch, all the while caressing the silky smooth carbon fiber rails like a legend. You hop out the water and Kelly Slater walks up and says, “is that a Hypto krypto??” You flip your silky smooth hair out of your face and sign Kelly’s board. That’s a Hypto Krypto.