First I'd like
to say, nice job to the team who made the trip to Santa Cruz on Memorial
Weekend. I think I can speak for everyone when I say a good time was
had by all. Special thanks to Don Craddock and
the rest of the Santa Cruz Longboard Union who put on a great event. Dave
Sams also
deserves a round of thanks for his hospitality. We wouldn't have
had a better place to camp, on the beach, right next to Steamer Lane.
Oh yes, and naked hippy girls in the hot tub each day and night was
interesting too. (you should have seen how red Nick D'Rov's face
got.) And of course, once again the women carried our team. Nice job
Jane Mold for kicking ass in the paddle team relay
and making the finals in an incredibly competitive women's field.
Kudos. Also
thanks to new member Matt Melin for his awesom photo
coverage.
Now on to the
next event. The Malibu "Call to the Wall" will be hosted by the
Malibu Boardriders Club on July 21st and 22nd. Thanks to great interest
in this event, we'll be fielding a big team for this contest.
I've been in
contact with William Buckley of Malibu Boardriders
and I'll have the final heat sheets soon. There will be a paddle
race, so if you don't make
the contest, you can still come up to paddle in the team relay.
Bobby Challenger Thomas has shaped us the paddle
board and it will be ready for this event.
As for accomodations,
you can sleep on the beach, but not park in the lot overnight.
In years past we've reserved a campground space at Malibu Creek
State Park on Malibu Canyon Drive approximately ten minutes from
the beach. Anyone interested in doing that again? Or shall we all fend
for ourselves?
Anyone interested
in surfing this contest, there may still be room for alternates.
In specific, we need Junior Women. Send me an email at surfrat@ureach.com,
or call: 858-204-6417 or 858-405-9168.
THE
CLUB HEADS NORTH FOR THE
23RD ANNUAL
MEMORIAL WEEKEND CLASSIC
By Richard Steadham
It's a long haul
up the 5 or the 101 to Sana Cruz, but worth the effort for those
willing to make the trek to one of the Coalition's oldest
contests, sponsored by one of its oldest clubs: the Santa Cruz Longboard
Union. For surfing history enthusiasts though, that's only half of
the equation. The other half is being in the city where surfing
first
began in
California when three Hawaiian princes used redwood planks
to surf at the mouth of the San Lorenzo River back in 1885. 51 years
later the original Santa Cruz Surfing Club started. The year was
1936. That was
more
than 70
years
ago itself!
Yes, surfing history abounds in this laid back little city at the
northern end of the Monterey Bay and the locals are rightly proud
of their
ongoing place
in it.
Turning to more
recent history, the club sent a roster of 12 team riders and their
supporters to compete in this annual Steamer Lane gathering, this year
held May 26th and 27th. With waning energy from the SW swell still
making its presence felt over the weekend, set waves in the shoulder-high
zone kept heats lively each day. Cool overcast skies in the morning
hours provided a counter-point to the mostly sunny, yet breezy
skies each afternoon.
Saturday:
First Round Heats
Our local host,
Dave Sams (formerly of Pacific Beach, but still
riding for the PBSC), led off the club's attack in the first heat
of the day at 7 am. Yeah, it was cold and gray, but surfing
the Lane regularly over the past three years gave
him a solid advantage over his heat rivals, allowing
him to place 2nd in the Men's division.
Following Dave
a few heats later was a new rider for the club, Daryle
Coleman
surfing in his very first contest. He gave it his best shot but
came up a bit short
placing 5th
in the Sr. Men's division.
Team Captain
Travis Long, also surfing in the Sr. Men's heat
but with plenty of contest experience under his belt, found himself
in 2nd place at
the end of his round and a slot in
Sunday's
action.
Club president
Jeff Hackert was only able to manage a 5th place
showing in his Masters heat, which was matched by new team rider Matthew
Melin in a later Masters round. Mid morning
Saturday and both men were already done for the weekend. I hate
it when that happens. Unfortunately for Jeff, this contest didn't
feature a Presidents' Heat and a chance for redemption, at least
in his case.
Another new team
rider, Pete Robson put an end to the recent string
of 5th's by coming in 2nd in his Masters' heat. Like Daryle, this
was Pete's first contest also and it looked like Pete was the one
with beginner's luck this time.
With
Grand Master aces Pablo Smith and Ron
Greene unable
to join us in Santa Cruz this year, Joe Rigby didn't
let us down with his first round heat in their stead. He came in
1st in a very
competitive heat and was able to look towards a Quarter Finals
scheduled later that same afternoon. After his late in the day
2nd round was over though (it was the last heat of the day), 4th
place was
all
he could
manage.
At least Joe
made a fine showing for the club in his first heat. Proving once
again that your editor is better at doing this newsletter
than riding for the club, Richard Steadham came
in 4th place (out of four competitiors) in his Grand Masters round,
with the interesting
footnote that the guy placing 3rd in the heat (and thus advancing),
suffered a pacemaker malfunction he was wearing (remember, we're
old guys
in this division) yet still managed
to out-surf yours truly! Travis kidded me later that I couldn't even
beat the guy with heart problems out there. Just call me a "soul
surfer"
I guess. Or maybe "ol' surfer." Take your pick. It was still
fun surfing Steamer Lane with just three other guys in the water. In
fact, priceless.
Mahalo:
I do not have a lot to say this issue except, thank you to the
people that have given their time and monies to keep this club
going over the last three years. You all know who you are. And
a special thank you to those who have given me a helping hand.
You know, the ones that listen to me, and my stories. For this
I want you to have a special T-shirt I printed up for the club's
surf team tryouts held June 9th. Please contact Kathy Austin to
get one.
Paddle
Board Update: A picture is worth a thousand words (above).
The Paddle/Gunn has been shaped and glassed and meets the 47
inch rule. The width of the center,
nose and tail must equal at least 47 inches total and cannot be longer than
eleven feet. Now it is time for the club's team to write a new chapter in team
paddle relay.
For
all you out there who want to paddle a fast board for the club, sign up
with Travis Long. I myself will be signing up for the paddle team,
will you? PS. We need a board bag sponsor for the new paddleboard,
11
feet long.
Malibu
Memories: Surfrider Beach, Malibu (photo at left). I
sure hope you have
signed up to surf the 'Bu. Malibu is one of the
fastest point breaks on the west coast
and probably the most famous. Here is a chance to bring your camera, camcorder
and capture some memories and help the team write history.
Original
1959 Members Card T-Shirt: This is truly a Collectible.
Now you can get one from the club's merchandise committee (image
below right).
Trivia
Corner: Aida
Welch answered last months Trivia question. Who was the first surfer
to come to
the City of San
Diego? And who taught Charlie Wright to surf and how to build a surfboard.
Aida did a great job and discovered it was the Duke.
Aida will
receive a 9-inch
BCT pivot fin. You to can be a part of the Trivia Corner. Here is this
month's Question. This one is easy, real easy. Oh yeah, if you
have won before, you do
not qualify.
Question: Duke
who? You must spell his name correctly. The first answer received
will get one of the Member's Card T-Shirts that was printed for the
surf team tryouts.
All photos in
this section from the Bobby Challenger Thomas collection.
WORLD
TANDEM SURFING TOUR STAGE THREE
HOSSEGOR, FRANCE
By Travis Long
Lacanau,
Day 2
I’d
made plans while in the States to contact Rico Leroy, a pro tandem
surfer
from Lacanau Ocean. He and his partner Sarah
had been surfing together for 12 years and are the team to beat.
He was hanging at the surf shop down the street, so we met to check
the surf. It was a bit small, about one meter, so we hung out at
the Banana Surf Shop. It was the only surf shop with a café,
so we ordered coffees and caught up on old times. I’d explained
I had no partner, so he had set up a practice lift session for
the next day with a local Bordeaux girl named Cecile. She’s
a gymnast I’m told so the prospect looked good. We shot the
shit for a while with the owner, Oliver, and agreed to meet for
lunch. Rico’s
wife Elodie made us a great homemade lunch of cheese crepes, salad,
pasta and bread. Their son Vatea, at five years old, spoke more
English than I did French. That’s not saying a lot, but this
kid was truly smart. Apparently he’d studied English in Hawaii.
After
lunch and lounging, I checked my e-mail, responded to the important
ones, deleted the spam and returned downstairs to join the crew.
I was surprised to find sitting on the couch Marie Vigne, another
tandem girl I’d met at the world championships in August
in Hawaii. It seems she had just moved back from the North Shore
of Oahu. What are you doing here, I asked surprised? “I
live here, what are you doing?” I’m
here for the competition, are you surfing? I don’t have a partner she
explained, the wheels started turning. Wanna go do some lifts? Yeah, let’s
go. So out into the chilly afternoon air to stretch.
There’s
something about tandem girls. The good ones make it so easy to
lift. Marie was one of
those girls, strong, beautiful and talented. We often
do the same lifts, but each team does it differently. After five or ten minutes,
I’d already learned better ways to do lifts I know, as well as three
new lifts I’ve never done. I’d found my partner. Rico
reminded me I still had a meeting the next day with Cecile. Oh yeah, I thought.
First
I had no partner, now I’ve got too many.
Cecile was just
as I'd expected a French gymnast to look like: strong and beautiful.
She had beautiful hazel
eyes and brunette hair that fell so elegantly around
her face. She seemed young but intelligent, well beyond her years. She’d
been bitten by the tandem bug and Rico had already shown her quite a few
lifts. However, she had never been in the water surfing tandem. We lifted
until I was
exhausted. I didn’t want it to end, but I was pooped, and she had
an interview to make. So we parted ways and agreed to contact each other
the
next day. I had
quite a tough decision to make.
There
was a time when Main Street ran straight to Aloha. Remember?
On warm summer days, visitors would pass this way and ask us
for directions to that quaint little town. “Follow the
road a few miles and you’ll see the sign,” we’d
tell them, pointing down Main Street. “You can’t
miss it.”
They’d
drive off smiling, waving into their rear view mirrors, silently
and exaggeratedly mouthing
the words “thank you.” They
were happy we took time to help them; we were happy we could
be of service.
But things
changed a few years back. The freeway came through and our
little town began to grow.
We became
busy. Careers took off. Families needed raising. Before we
knew it, our obligations
got the best of us.
Visitors still
passed through here, but we rarely saw them because we
hardly traveled on Main Street anymore. Why should we?
We had a
freeway!
Developers
moved in and transformed our neighborhoods into “gated
communities.” The family grocery market down
the street had to close its doors when Profit-Mart
came to
town. Convenience
and lower prices were the “buzzwords” that
everyone used. Our town counsel convinced us that this
was all part of
progress and, for a while, we felt happy and secure
with our newly found affluence. “After all,” our
Mayor told us, “the neighboring suburbs of Ambition
and Profession are experiencing profound economic growth!
Why shouldn’t
we?”
We didn’t
go as often to Aloha to rest and refresh ourselves,
to renew friendships we
made there years ago. In fact, no one
spoke much about Aloha anymore. The little
sign at the end of Main Street, the one that said, “Welcome
to Aloha, the Friendliest Place This Side
of Paradise. Population: Unlimited,” well,
after a while, we just forgot it was there. Covered
with weeds and hidden by billboards that announced “AMBITION:
WHERE YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL!” and “PROFESSION:
WHERE PROSPERITY IS KING,” the
sign eventually disappeared from view.
It’s
a shame, really. I always liked Aloha. People are friendly
there.
They smile and help you carry things when your
hands are full; they hold the door open and say, “No,
please; you go first!” It seems that they
have always been comfortable with themselves.
It
came to my attention the other day that we’ve
raised an entire generation that doesn’t
know Aloha exists. It’s
not their fault, really; we haven’t
spoken much about it since our lives became lost
in busy-ness. How will
they know unless we teach them, unless we take
them there?
Maybe it’s
coincidental, but that numbness in my soul started about the
time
they built the freeway. Amid the clutter
and advertising
and mindless hurry to get somewhere, I stopped
going to Aloha.
It’s summer again. A
warm breeze is blowing. It’s
time to slow down and rethink things. Maybe
this weekend we could pull a few weeds and
take a little drive. Where? Oh, I don’t
know; straight down Main Street a few miles. Aloha anyone?
Art is from
a section of the mural on Cass Street at Garnet Avenue in Pacific
Beach.
Jul
11: PB
Surf Club meeting, 6:00 p.m., PB Recreation Center, 1405 Diamond
Street,
Pacific Beach. Continued planning for the club's Late Summer Classic
and getting team riders organized for the Malibu contest, which
will take place July 21-22. Note
to all team riders:if you're
planning to surf the Malibu contest, be at this meeting to
get all the information you'll need from Team Captain, Travis
Long.
Jul 14:
PB
Surf Club Surf Clinic; 8:00 am till noon, Tourmaline Surfing
Park. The clinic is free to all paid members, $25 for non-members.