Monday, December 21, 2009

Trestles 12/21/2009


Dont know who this was?

This is a shot I took of VR at Middles. I got down there early, around 7a, surfed until 10am and was too cold to surf more. and neded a break. The place really turned on as the tide dropped. There was a pont in the morning, about an hour, where it was just me, on other guy and fours gouys out infront of the toilets and a few kids on the peak at Lowers. It was sheet Glass......




I surfed too long I think, my back is toast, I am on the verge of back spasams.


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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Naples boat parade
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Friday, December 18, 2009

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Sunrise @ trestles, the ride down was cold. Offshore wind
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Friday, December 11, 2009

This was on the outside of the 49'er Tavern in long beach
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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Huntington cliffs 12/10/2009


Photo by Vince C. Rini

Huntington Cliffs 12/10/2009

Photo by Vince C. Rini

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

This is Lud's shop in Montrose. A great shop! Always has something you want. The selection of boards is great. He had a great lookin 6'-1" Fish, gloss and polish......

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Saturday, December 5, 2009


I need to get one of these......
Ritualism
By Nathan Myers
He stood there staring at the waves for nearly 20 minutes. Dudes were pulling up and paddling straight out. But this guy was timing sets, studying the crowd, sprinkling sand into the wind.

He removed his board from its fin sock, sat on the curb and began scraping off the wax. When he was finished, he wiped the board with a moist towel and began the careful task of waxing back up. Base coat first. Tail to nose. Nose to tail. Slow, careful circles. Meticulous, even-spaced beads.

He tightened his fins. Checked his tail pad, his leash, his rails. Then he set the board carefully in the shade and covered it with a towel. Time for sunscreen. Vertra for the face. White slather everywhere else. Behind the kneecaps. Between the fingers. He even had a flat neoprene strap to rub in the hard-to-reach spot on his back. After stowing the sunscreen, he held a t-shirt under a faucet, rang it out and put it on wet.

Out comes the first aid kit. He holds a tiny reef cut on his foot under the faucet. Dries it. Applies Chinese Medicine. Band-aid. And then tapes over the whole situation. He runs a quick series of strength and flexibility tests on his work. Satisfied.

Now the stretching. Deep knee bends. Toe touchers. Torso twists. Arm rotations. Everything slow, counted and are-you-fucking-kidding-me careful. He’s staring at the surf. Sniffing the wind. Gathering his mojo. Honing his chi. And now he’s ready.

He waxes the tops of his feet. Secures and strength-checks his leash. Then jogs down the steps to the water’s edge.

His car door is wide open. Keys dangling from the ignition.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Venice Beach

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