Two Old Chestnuts
The first, Hammond's, the second, the Santa Barbara Pier.
Both around 1994.
I see here how far along my friends were while I was still struggling to get it. At Hammond's on a particularly innocuous day, the sort of day that didn't justify attention for whatever reason before the big late-90's longboard explosion, you see me tucking into toothless fun one like I'm dropping in on a straight-to-barrel bomb. Just north of the SB pier, around the same time, Ian displays the subtle physical economies that make him such a pleasurable surfer to watch. He is on an incredibly flat, ridiculously heavy powder blue early sixties keeled plank on one of those mysto-break days right in the middle of town.
Both around 1994.
I see here how far along my friends were while I was still struggling to get it. At Hammond's on a particularly innocuous day, the sort of day that didn't justify attention for whatever reason before the big late-90's longboard explosion, you see me tucking into toothless fun one like I'm dropping in on a straight-to-barrel bomb. Just north of the SB pier, around the same time, Ian displays the subtle physical economies that make him such a pleasurable surfer to watch. He is on an incredibly flat, ridiculously heavy powder blue early sixties keeled plank on one of those mysto-break days right in the middle of town.
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