Beach Trike

I have Three of these Cool Schwinn Adult Trikes for sale for $220.

If interested email me craig@crwallace.com

Influences

There are certain things that have influences on you when you are young. This is one of those pictures. The way DP looks with his spiked braclet, Converse Hi-tops, shaved head, at a time when you could get beat up for looking like this. He was anti-establishment,anti-authority, rebel, punk!. To me as a young skater that loved punk rock, Duane Peters was, and still is the coolest. I wanted to be just like him! I had this photo up for a long time. I recently bought an original and have it up in my offfice. I think some of that early influece still exists in my life. I still find myself going aginst the grain, turning left, when everyone goes right.

This picture was taken by Ted Terrebone, TBone. He has a cool website of all of his skateboard photos from the 1970's to now.


Check it out.

Santa Monica Mountains and Spindrift madness from Behind the Orange Curtain

While I was out with my son and his Cub Scout Pack doing a hike in the Santa Monica Moutains, I couldn't help but look and think about the surf.

As you see by the photos and video I got from a friend, There was plenty of spindrift going on behind the Orange Curtain.

Friends that surf and Friends that don’t.

Friends that surf and Friends that don’t.

I just got off the phone with a friend I had met back in 1984 when we both went to Cuesta College (that is another story, best reserved for a camp fire). Through wonders of modern technology, I was able to track him down. I think the last time we talked was 1988/89?

But we talked like we had not missed a day. After I hung up, it dawned on me how surfing influences your friendships. Most of the longterm friendships I have are there because we share the common thread of surfing, we are surfers (at least I try). What is it about surfing that keeps these relationships? Do Golfers have these; do people identify themselves as “golfers”, what about other sports?

Think about the friends you have that don’t surf. Do you talk to them the same way? It is a shared experience, from kook to non-kook. Hours spent driving up and down the coast, looking at the ocean, watching the weather. Do your non-surfing friends notice a flag blowing by the side of the road, and can tell if it is offshore or onshore? Do they know what it means when the seasons change? Do they think Santa Ana winds are just an annoyance? Do they even care?

My good friends surf!

A fast Visit to "BCB"

I was in Pacific Palisades doing an Appraisal, still amazed at the values up there for a 1,400 sf, all original home "teardown", selling for a million, but hey, its the westside.

I decided to head down to Beer Can Beach on the way home. I fully expected to see Christian paddle out at any moment, but, since this was noon, I knew he was working.

I sat there for a liitle bit, hoping to see an apprearance by the "Landlord" aka, "the man in the grey suit", "whitey", do his thing and breach out of the water, but alas, no such luck..........

What was I thinking?

What the hell am I looking over this wave for, another better one? Come on? This was last friday November 5th. Vince and I decided to head down to trestles and see what it had.

By the looks of this it was ok. But, why did I not turn and go on this wave? Seriously, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?


Perhaps it was something like this from the first wave....CLASSIC!

Rivers End.......

So, as some of you are aware, I am in full work mode. This happens when you are "self-employed". It is feast or famine, and for too long it as famine. I had to take a part-time 1099 consulting job to keep the wheels on the cart. Well that ended back in September. However, it has been full speed ahead on the appraisal front. 7 days a week. work all day, take a family break in the evening and then back at it until I can't keep my eyes open. All this to make the almighty dollar.

I have heard, seen and read about how good the surf has been, but, my priority was the dollar for the familia.

Today was different, it was about 10am, I was looking at the HD surf cam of the closest spot to my house, "the rivers end" and actually saw some small rights coming in, a small crowd and 80+ degree weather, hot and sunny. I jumped up from my desk, left the dog sleeping on the couch, ran downstairs, like the house was on fire.
Grabbed my trusty 7'-8" pintail single fin, and was almost laying some rubber as I torn down the alley. I told my self, " C-dub, you only get 45 minutes, so make the most of it"

Into the parking lot, to a slot in the front row and into my 2mm short sleeve full in record time. Hit the water to be greeted by a girl in a bikini paddling out and took my place in the lineup. There must have been a "sweepers" meeting because there was about 7 "oarons" of minimal talent on the outside, all trying to be Laird......whatever.

I grabbed about four waves, not great size, about waist, maybe shoulder on the take off, they lined up all the way in. I would just set the rail, get up towards the front and just glide...

Ahhhh......it was a good time. Surfing feels good.