Gosh Coxos (Ko-shuss), you're deceptively pretty.
What looks at a first glance like a shiny blue point with a sweetly tapering shoulder for endless down the line redirects quickly reveals itself to be much more potential for ouch.
What you can see, on closer inspection is the sharpest rocks in surfing (check the pre-jump off rock dances), the brutal slab section up the top, the obtuse whitewater wash throughs.
What's harder to gauge unless you paddle out there is the open ocean power of the joint.
Factor in a pretty heavy crowd, more urchins than seems reasonable and sometimes it's better to doth cap, and watch.