Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Road Trip
Saturday, October 27, 2007
New Board Revisited
Friday, October 26, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Crazy Week
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Southwinds
The smell of wet pavement and the tic, tic, tic of drops hitting the metal roof can only be one thing, RAIN! Man do I love the rain. Not only becuase it washes the piss from the city sidewalks and cleans the dirt from the urban structures but because it's so refreshing. I might be the only cheerful person on these glummy days but it's becuase I know what these low pressures just off our coast bring us, South winds. These south winds at my favorite surf spot means it's going to be off-shore. Yeah, yeah I know what you're all thinking, the first few rains also brings that nasty shit smell runoff. This is true but it also cleans up the sand bars which have been lacking latley. Now I'll just sip on my Razzmatazz Jamba Juice loaded with my free immunity boost and then I'm on it. -MR
Monday, October 08, 2007
Sea Ranchers
And to keep it surf related. Here's a photo that was taken up the road in the town of Gualala. The large surf poured over the beach and into the lagoon forming a nice waist high a-frame.
Here's our firms website to check out the other project we've completed in the past.
http://www.mdarch.net/
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
One California Day
-MR
Opening Night October 4 @ 8pm
Oct. 5-7 @ 7pm & 9pm
Tickets $10
Taco Bell Rental
Last week at Linda Mar a gentleman was having a really frustrating surf session in the wind chopped waves. To add to his problems he somehow dinged his board on the soft sandy beach. After exiting the water he proceeded to jam his surfing board down the garbage can but because the lid was on only the nose made it in. So he karate kicks the lid off and drops it in, tail first. I say to him, "Excuse me sir, do you not want that board?" He replied, "Fuck no bro! This shit is water logged, surfs like hell and now it has this hella big ass rail ding." Then I responded with, "Sounds perfect, can I have it?" He says, "It's all yours bro!" As I'm taking the board to my car I watch him stumble around the parking lot like he's searching for his car. He comes back a few minutes later and I'm thinking, great he changed his mind, he wants the board back. But that wasn't it. He came back to give me the leash for the board. So I scored a new old short board and a new old leash. I knew exactly what to do with it. It was BM that gave me the idea. I fixed the ding with some bondo and painted it to hide it's identity.
I have the key for now but will hide it somewhere near the board today after work, if the board is still there. Once the key is hidden I let everyone know where it's at so you can all ride it.
The rules:
1. Do not let anyone see you uncover the key.
2. Sign your initials on the board and date it.
3. Do not pee on it.
4. Lock it back up and don't let anyone see you hide the key.
Enjoy,
MR07
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Surfing Influences Part One
Over the next year he just progressed like no one I’ve seen before. Within a few months he was getting barreled. Not no half-ass semi cover up but full on shacked. Completely covered up and making it out clean as a whistle. It was like he’s been doing it for years. I still remember his first barrel vividly in my mind to this day. The best part about that tube ride was he never claimed it when he came out. He just finished surfing the wave and pulled out like it was no big deal. Most people including myself would have thrown my arms up in victory. What impressed me the most was his wave knowledge. JR was able to find these tubes at breaks where it normally didn’t throw over. Maybe it was both luck and skill playing a role but either way it sparked a competitive drive within me. Before he got his first barrel it was just fun and games. Now it brought out this hunger in us both to push each other to improve.
The best surf trips I ever went on were with JR and we always had a great time even if the surf was flat. I went on my first surf trip with JR when I was 16. We took my ’81 VW, diesel pickup down south for a weekend trip. That was a great truck some memories. It was slow and unreliable but it gave us 45 mpg. Since we were always broke it worked out just fine. I told my mom we were just heading to Pismo Beach for a couple days, which was the initial plan. Somewhere on the drive down there I found out that JR has never been to LA so we took a little detour. A few hours later were cruising through Hollywood in my little truck with the boards hanging out the back. We did all the touristy stuff like take photos of the Hollywood sign, see the walk of fame and check out the hookers on Santa Monica Blvd. Finally we made our way to First Point, Malibu where we surfed that evening in some really fun waist high waves. I don’t remember where we slept that night but most of the time on our trips we found refuge in the back bed on my truck parked in some quiet neighborhood or industrial park. My mom at first wasn’t too happy when she found out but she got over it. Maybe she realized I’m too much like her, going off and doing think spear the moment. Many more trips followed that one and each one had its own lesson learned, hair raising adventure or never do that again experience. Like the time we almost were car jacked in Salinas or when the tread flew off the tire and had to drive on the spare at 40 mph from Santa Maria to Santa Cruz because we had no money to fix it. Also the good times like finding new spots along the California coast and the trip we took to the Philippines and found some excellent untouched surf.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Surf Exploration by Sea
-MR