Watch: Blair Conklin and gal-pals ride Palm Springs Surf Club’s lovely desert plumes!

Clownish good times mixed with the California sun

The Palm Springs Surf Club, one of three tanks being built or repurposed in that desert resort town famous as a shrine to mid-century modernism, is a gold spark of pure light, I think.

Ain’t nothing serious, here.

Clownish good times mixed with the California sun; a place so ripe it is  deadly sweet.

Here, below, twelve minutes of finless tow-ats, a little bodysurfing, much vulgar indolence.

Watch: Vans’ full-length feature Pentacoastal aka “Puke the colour of pitch, eyes rolling back, barking like dogs, speaking in tongues!”

Hillbilly shredders!

Did you miss yesterday’s world premiere of the thirty-minute film Wade Goodall and Shane Fletcher made for their Daddy Vans?

Yeah, me too, standing there waiting for the thing to start, looking bewildered, Tanner Gudauskas telling me to stick it out etc.

The last time I spoke to Wade was five years or so ago, when he lit up on various topics, including Teahupoo, “When it’s big is a siren of sorts. It lures you in. It must be a woman. When you see it, you want it but it scares you. She will either give you the ride of your life or kick you in the nuts. My favourite wave in the world for sure” and staying relevant away from the tour, “I don’t give a shit about staying relevant. I surf because I love it. If your main concern is staying relevant then you’re on the cow’s tit and milking it hard. I don’t want to do that.”

Pentacoastal, the name, is a clever riff on Pentecostalism, that wild hillbilly branch of Protestantism with its baptisms, holy fire, speaking in tongues, imminent second coming of Jay-Z etc.

Come for Wade’s wild takeoff into the tube, stay for Reynolds’ wild backside hangers, brave little Harry Bryant’s Indo beats and a fine soundtrack.

Watch: Mason Ho in “Did they take your baby to harvest body organs?”

A masterclass in the childish-but-thrilling-to-watch fins-first takeoff…

In this, the fiftieth instalment of Mason Ho’s North Shore winter and spring, our innards are yanked out by Mason’s capacity to ride waves fins first.

Oh, it’s childish trick, I know, and to some about as clever as losing one’s teeth to improve the ability to fellate, but it’s a skill that has forever fascinated me.

Mason, almost thirty-two, is as light as a fart and controls the movement of tail and nose on his little five-feet and two-inch surfboard with such dexterity it leaves the viewer gasping for air like a caught fish.


Watch: Made in the USA (Part Two)! Your Guide to Great American Surf Co’s!

Wax pioneer Sticky Bumps do it all in their San Diego lab…

One year shy of fifty years in the game for an all-American, family-run biz that makes everything in a factory out the back of Carlsbad, well, that ain’t a bad sorta run. 

This short, hosted by Charlie Smith, is part two in our Made in the USA series that celebrates companies that don’t use Chinese or Bangladeshi sweatshops where brave children are tapped for a few years and then thrown away on the scrap heap with all the other tweens the factory owner has destroyed.

In this series, it’s American workers, American ideas. American juggernauts of steely muscle and bravado. 

And, today, you’ll tap into Wax Research, makers of Sticky Bumps, and see how wax is produced in a no-waste, all-American facility where everything is created in-house.

Sticky Bumps is also the official wax of BeachGrit and the makers of our own very special blend, perfumed to the heavens, coming real soon. 

Watch: Mikey Wright in, “You fucken get sick of crew asking what’s wrong with ya!”

Ongoing spinal issues with Mikey has kept that firecracker’s fuse unlit. Until now!

I  doubt if we’ll see a family like the Wrights within surfing ever again, at least in my lifetime.

Three surfers on the tour, including a duel world champ, and all of ’em with their own aesthetic.

For added spice, mysterious illnesses have derailed two thirds of the pack. These include Owen’s so-rare-it-didn’t-have-a-name delayed brain trauma that resulted in a push for compulsory helmets and Tyler’s potentially career-ending Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

Ongoing spinal issues with Mikey, meanwhile, has kept that firecracker’s fuse unlit.

Until now.

Here, we five minutes of Mikey raising his switchblade in the air and raining down in fast vicious wood.

It’s a war whoop, of sorts.