A lil backside tuberiding clinic at Desert Point from tattered former top tenner…
Did you think that one day Chris Ward, that tattered San Clemente surfer better known for his flashes of temper than his preternatural tuberiding, would end up face-down in a ditch? He just fights and fights and fights, no cause too small, no sex too weak etc.
Ward, who turns forty in December, is the protagonist in this surprisingly satisfying five-minute short filmed at Desert Point by Ricky Serrano during the so-called swell-of-the-decade three weeks ago and just before a series of earthquakes that sent a hundred or so souls into Allah’s arms.
There’s a middle-aged softness to Ward now. He has the stomach of a drinker or someone who eats cider-cured pork loin for every meal. He still enjoys cigarettes (who doesn’t, let’s be honest) and his tube wrangling skill is so refined it pays any surfer to examine and study.