Challenger Series.
But what would you buy, first, if you just so happened to come into a small fortune? After helping the homeless, giving money to your family, multiple charities, becoming title sponsor of the World Surf League, of course. Would you go shopping in Milan for a whole new wardrobe? Exchange your current vehicle for a new EV Hummer? Purchase a million dollar cigarette boat at take it surfing?
Well, a San Francisco man has already beaten you to that punch.
Two short weeks ago, the notorious Ocean Beach, made famous by William Finnegan and Matt Warshaw, received a clean pulse of 15-foot swell. Anyone who has ever stood on the Upper Great Highway, there, and peered out has certainly been mesmerized by the angry lines marching in, by the sheer vastness of that playing field, by the gumption required to paddle, duck dive, paddle, duck dive, paddle duck dive for hours.
Impressive.
And although the human will to overcome and push to the outside is impressive, it is also somewhat impressive to see a rich man destroying his toy and, possibly, his body.
“That’s two broken legs right there,” a spectator of the show can be heard musing.
“Captain Booya was drinking and gave it the full send on the outside set. Big air to flat water. Everyone in the boat was hurt except the driver. The hull cracked in half and the boat still made it back to its dock in Tiburon,” filmer Pete Koff declared on his YouTube channel.
Very cool, but back to you. Have you decided upon your first acquisition?
Nice.
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I know you’re been apart of the downfall of indigenous culture via Surfing and corruption of local Youth. I feel sick even thinking about those poor kids Sammy.
Even the The Inertia banned him.
There’s a 5 ac property for sale down the street from me for $1.5m, massive water frontage, filled with live oaks and room for a big ass Garage. Im quiting the surf industry, building bad ass cars, and never thinking about judging another heat in my life. Surfing whenever the swell is pumping, and booking trips when its not. Never filming shit, just having fun and bringing some homies and our families along for the ride to share lineups and good times
This happened in like 2013. Dry as a bone that winter. I recall it not raining a drop all January. The beach loves those heavy drought years.
I’d spend it on fake news about sharks at my local.
HST made Ocean Hwy 1 famous with his early AM speed runs on a BSA Lightning Rocket. For shits, tho…I’d rather have a cigarette
boat, Camel 99 Red, a couple of lines, and whatever Dane K. would ride to surf…no offense to Warchild and that Pulitzer putz. Then exit the water and gointerviewparty with the Hell’s Angels. Wait. Matt, what were you riding?“So it was always at night, like a werewolf, that I would take the
thing out for an honest run down the coast. I would start in Golden Gate
Park, thinking only to run a few long curves to clear my head. . . but
in a matter of minutes I’d be out at the beach with the sound of the
engine in my ears, the surf booming up on the sea wall and a fine empty
road stretching all the way down to Santa Cruz. . . not even a gas
station in the whole seventy miles; the only public light along the way
is an all-night diner down around Rockaway Beach.
There was no helmet on those nights, no speed limit, and no cooling
it down on the curves. The momentary freedom of the park was like the
one unlucky drink that shoves a wavering alcoholic off the wagon. I
would come out of the park near the soccer field and pause for a moment
at the stop sign, wondering if I knew anyone parked out there on the
midnight humping strip.
Then into first gear, forgetting the cars and letting the beast wind
out. . . thirty-five, forty-five. . . then into second and wailing
through the light at Lincoln Way, not worried about green or red
signals, but only some other werewolf loony who might be pulling out,
too slowly, to start his own run. Not many of these. . . and with three
lanes on a wide curve, a bike coming hard has plenty of room to get
around almost anything. . . then into third, the boomer gear, pushing
seventy-five and the beginning of a windscream in the ears, a pressure
on the eyeballs like diving into water off a high board.
To everyone: Read all the HST you can find.
“better than sex…”
lono
I read the comments below, and not only did Chas steal this idea from The Inertia, which is just plain lazy and pathetic, but the video itself is a decade old. FFS Chas, you posted a 10 year old video that you found on a competing website.
How dare you accuse me of finding it on The Inertia.
Only source over the past few days. And, oh yeah, that youtube vid from a decade ago. Fuck, I used to actually enjoy your writing. What happened to you?
Looks like the passengers just won the lottery
Hmmmm. You using Eesha’s The Inertia for your topics now Charles? This was on there 2 days ago. Strive higher Chuckie.
It takes a brave man to admit he was on there. I commend you.
I feel like a real man now. Gotta see some sort of actual surf information that wasn’t made up in Chas’ head. And Surflie is even more worthless.
If you don’t see a surf photographer hastily abandoning ship, did the boat captain really send it?
That is a great point.
Looked mighty send’eee to me! Thee props got out of the water. For those that didn’t abandon ship as they went by Twiggy the landing would have been brutal on the body. No Thanks!