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<strong>02.3</strong><br />
COLLECTOR’S EDITION<br />
WITH GUEST FEATURES EDITOR GRAHAM EZZY
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FORECAST<br />
H A I L<br />
CAESAR<br />
world-class freestyle is always a sight to behold,<br />
but every once in a while someone comes along<br />
who elevates freestyle performance to the realm<br />
of magic. With his impossible sail tosses and<br />
gravity-defying acrobatics, Caesar Finies is just<br />
such a magician. At the 2016 Rio Vista Grand<br />
Slam, where high winds proved fleeting, Caesar<br />
kept us all mesmerized with unbelievable feats<br />
of light-wind trickery. We held our collective<br />
breath as Caesar’s unhinged sail flipped wildly<br />
through the air and then somehow made its way<br />
back into his hands, only to be placed tip down<br />
in the center of the board so he could gracefully<br />
sail off into the sunset. The world, with<br />
its pesky laws of physics, turned upside down.<br />
—Leora Broydo Vestel<br />
Caesar Finies inspires a future freestyler. Rich Baum photo<br />
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FORECAST<br />
T H E<br />
R O A D<br />
TO RIO<br />
i am stoked and honored to represent the U.S. at<br />
the Olympics this summer. Campaigning for the<br />
Games has been a challenging and gruesome experience,<br />
because of how physical the equipment<br />
is and how far behind I was from the top of the<br />
international fleet just a year ago. I’m excited by<br />
my progress, but am still racing against the clock<br />
to master Rio’s tricky sailing venue and the technical<br />
aspects of the RS:X. It’s this challenge that<br />
has kept me hooked on Olympic windsurfing, and<br />
I will give it my all. —Marion Lepert<br />
Marion Lepert racing in Miami.<br />
Jesus Renedo/Sailing Energy/World Sailing photo<br />
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OFF THE TOP<br />
ISS. 2.3<br />
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40<br />
Talk Story<br />
A welcome from<br />
Graham Ezzy<br />
42<br />
Intergenerational<br />
Growing older with<br />
Thomas Traversa<br />
44<br />
Meet Lucy Clarke<br />
An interview and<br />
excerpt from The Blue<br />
48<br />
Speed of a Dream<br />
An essay<br />
by Jeff Nunokawa<br />
50<br />
Waiting Games<br />
Alex Papazian tours around two<br />
European PWA stops<br />
56<br />
Welcome to P.T. Barnum<br />
A Hunter S. Thompson-esque<br />
adventure with Clark Merritt<br />
62<br />
Seventy-Five Bags<br />
Kevin Pritchard’s<br />
epic travel story<br />
64<br />
Interview: Robby Naish<br />
Graham Ezzy sits down<br />
with a living legend<br />
72<br />
Gallery<br />
Epic photos from<br />
the windsurfing world<br />
Opposite: Special guest features editor Graham Ezzy.<br />
Carter/PWAworldtour.com photo<br />
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OFF THE TOP<br />
ISS. 2.3<br />
4 Forecast<br />
12 Launch<br />
14 On the Cover<br />
16 Letters<br />
18 Sessions: Kids of the RVGS<br />
22 In the Wind<br />
24 Swag<br />
26 Wellness: The Cervical spine<br />
28 Moments<br />
32 Travel Guide: Cape Town<br />
36 How To<br />
82 Regions<br />
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OFF THE TOP<br />
ISS. 2.3<br />
ON THE COVER<br />
VOLUME 2 / ISSUE 3<br />
Publisher/Editor-in-Chief<br />
Pete DeKay<br />
pete@windsurfingnowmag.com<br />
Guest Features Editor<br />
Graham Ezzy<br />
Advertising Director<br />
Rick Bruner<br />
rickbruner@gorge.net<br />
Art Director<br />
Joe Andrus<br />
joeandrusdesign.com<br />
Associate Art Director<br />
Jeff Middleton<br />
VictoryDesignCo.com<br />
Copy Editor Kate Rutledge<br />
Web Design Russ Faurot<br />
Social Media Director Kaeley Dawson<br />
Gear Editor Derek Rijff<br />
Instructional Editor Andy Brandt<br />
Contributing Illustrators Jerry King, Spennie Thompson<br />
Rider: Francisco Goya<br />
Photographer: Sofie Louca/Fish Bowl Diaries<br />
BEING<br />
INSPIRED<br />
We all want our next session to be the best, but I see this<br />
focus and the expectations it brings to be limiting, as<br />
we lose our sense of connection to the present and the<br />
amazing opportunities happening around and inside of<br />
us. I believe our nature is to enjoy the moment for what<br />
it is and to be open to what we can learn; this brings forward<br />
our A game. We all cherish so much these amazing<br />
and memorable sessions, like the day this photo was<br />
taken at Ho’okipa—one of my best sessions ever. Our<br />
sport is so amazing that it can still, after 30-plus years of<br />
riding, wake up every cell in my body and make me feel<br />
alive and connected, like a kid again. —Francisco Goya<br />
Contributing Writers<br />
Samantha Campbell, Lucy Clarke, Graham Ezzy, Ingrid Larouche,<br />
Marion Lepert, Clark Merritt, Jeff Nunokawa, Alex Papazian,<br />
Eddy Patricelli, Kevin Pritchard, Matt Pritchard, Phil Soltysiak,<br />
Torben Sonntag, Thomas Traversa, Leora Broydo Vestel<br />
Contributing Photographers<br />
Rich Baum, John Carter, Gill Chabaud, Stephen Datnoff, Ingrid Larouche,<br />
Sofie Louca, Yseult Marc, Clark Merritt, Grant Myrdal, Jesus Renedo,<br />
Markus Seidel, Darrell Wong<br />
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OFF THE TOP<br />
ISS. 2.3<br />
it’s 1:30 a.m. in the third week of may 2004.<br />
Ben [Kurman] pulls his mid-’80s<br />
Dodge van into the all-night Kwik-<br />
E-Mart-esque store and gas station<br />
along highway I-80 in Reno, Nevada<br />
for one last fill-up before our threehour<br />
descent from the mountain to<br />
Rio Vista, California. I’ve been in the<br />
back since our last stop, trying to<br />
sleep while sharing the bed with Ebby,<br />
my 80-pound German Shepherd, and<br />
she’s never liked sharing her space.<br />
Ben and I are both pretty out of it,<br />
as we’ve been trading driving shifts<br />
for the past 42 hours straight as part<br />
of our bi annual trek from coast-tocoast<br />
teaching windsurfing for ABK.<br />
Ben fills up the van and heads<br />
into the store to pay and use the<br />
restroom. He’s a super nice guy, as<br />
shown by his willingness to—despite<br />
his obvious weariness—relieve me<br />
of the final driving shift and let me<br />
continue sleeping. We get back on<br />
LAUNCH<br />
HELLO… BEN?<br />
Illustration by Jerry King<br />
I-80, and after two more hours we’re<br />
almost to Sacramento. Suddenly,<br />
a cellphone starts to ring. It’s my<br />
cheap, burner-type phone sitting on<br />
the van’s center console. But Ben,<br />
in his sleep-deprived haze and with<br />
the radio playing, doesn’t respond.<br />
A few minutes and miles later, it<br />
rings again, with no response from<br />
Ben. Maybe it’s a lull in the radio<br />
chatter or the highway’s rumble strips<br />
that yank him into awareness, but<br />
Ben hears it on the third attempt and<br />
picks up: “Hello?” A voice answers,<br />
“Pete—he’s not with you.” Ben replies,<br />
“What? Hello?” The reply is the same,<br />
“Pete and Ebby—they’re not with you.”<br />
Ben snaps awake, “Who’s this? What<br />
do you mean? They are here… in the<br />
back.” The reply, “No they’re not!” Ben<br />
puts down the phone and calls out<br />
to us in the back, to no response. He<br />
pulls off at the next exit and gets back<br />
on my cellphone with the caller.<br />
Ebby is a picky pee-er. She prefers<br />
going male-style: lifting her leg<br />
and marking her scent over top of<br />
some other lesser dog’s previous<br />
piddle. While taking ownership<br />
of a prized strip of grass 400 yards<br />
down, I look up to see the van’s tail<br />
lights flash on and start to pull away<br />
from the pumps. I figure he’s going<br />
to park and wait for us. But no, he<br />
heads toward the lot exit and road<br />
back to I-80. I yank Ebby’s leash<br />
and we break into a gallop toward<br />
the van. “Stop! Ben!” I yell over and<br />
over, but to no avail. Bye bye, Ben.<br />
The middle of a May night in Reno<br />
(elev. 4,500 ft.) is chilly to say the<br />
least. I’m dressed in shorts and a<br />
T-shirt for comfort in the warm van,<br />
as this stop was supposed to be quick.<br />
I head back to the gas station, hoping<br />
Ben will realize he’s left without us.<br />
I can’t call him, as my cellphone—<br />
along with everything else I own—is<br />
getting a head start to Rio Vista.<br />
I get tired of hanging around the<br />
gas station and getting no help from<br />
the attendant, so we start to explore<br />
the area. I find an outside pay phone<br />
and formulate a plan. It’s simple:<br />
I’ll call home. I dial collect through<br />
the operator, and with it being three<br />
hours later East Coast time, my Dad<br />
answers from his sleep, “Hello?”<br />
Exhausted, my reply is right to the<br />
point, “It’s Pete. I’m in Reno, Nevada<br />
and Ben just left me at a gas station.”<br />
His sleepy response: “He did what?<br />
How?” I say, “Ben accidently drove<br />
off without Ebby and I, but I left my<br />
cellphone in the van. I hope it’s turned<br />
on and has some charge left. Can<br />
you please call my cell and tell him<br />
we aren’t in the van?” He wakes up a<br />
little more, “OK.” And I add, “Just keep<br />
trying until he picks up. It may take a<br />
few tries. I’ll call you back. Thanks.”<br />
As you know, Ben finally picked<br />
up the phone and returned to get<br />
us. What a night. I have countless<br />
stories from my nine years teaching<br />
windsurfing across the U.S. and<br />
Caribbean with ABK, but this little<br />
inane road tale just stands out for<br />
some unknown reason. I hope you<br />
enjoy all the stories in the features<br />
section of this special “Stories Issue”<br />
for which I’ve enlisted the talented<br />
Graham Ezzy to help compile.<br />
Do you have a story to share? Let<br />
me know via email and maybe we’ll<br />
get it in a future issue. —Pete DeKay,<br />
pete@windsurfingnowmag.com<br />
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OFF THE TOP<br />
ISS. 2.3<br />
LETTERS<br />
READER<br />
FEEDBACK<br />
What’s Happening?<br />
I love the magazine, and the newest<br />
issue [02.1] is the best yet. You and your<br />
team are doing a great job balancing<br />
between windsurfing’s soul and skills.<br />
Both of these aspects of the sport<br />
are important, and I am stoked they<br />
are covered in <strong>Windsurfing</strong> <strong>Now</strong>.<br />
For the soul, I mean articles like<br />
“The Zen of Longboarding,” “Beach<br />
Culture World Tour” and “Meet Chris<br />
Hope.” Mr. Hope actually reminds me<br />
a bit of my own father, who windsurfed<br />
at least three days a week on<br />
his Mistral Superlight into his early<br />
80s. For the skills, short articles like<br />
“Downhauling Improved” and those<br />
featured in the “How To” section help<br />
me become a better technical windsurfer.<br />
The awesome pictures and<br />
cool travel articles help inspire, too.<br />
One thought to consider is including<br />
a calendar with contact information<br />
for upcoming windsurfing races,<br />
festivals and clinics. For example,<br />
“Meet Chris Hope” was a great article<br />
about a windsurfer who has competed<br />
in the Midwinters for years, but<br />
when are the Midwinters happening?<br />
When and where are the Kona fleets<br />
going to race? How about the AWT?<br />
When’s OBX-Wind happening again?<br />
Thanks for the awesome magazine!<br />
—John Meitzen, North Carolina<br />
I like the idea of providing a calendar,<br />
and will see if we can make it happen<br />
for next year’s issues. —ed.<br />
The Return Trip<br />
Last week, I was windsurfing on one of<br />
the Great Lakes with a 4.8-meter sail<br />
and 84-liter freestyle waveboard. My<br />
problem was… safely getting off the water<br />
with everything intact. On this occasion<br />
the launch was no problem, but<br />
upon arriving back to near the beach,<br />
there was a rip current and a five-foot<br />
depth of water just before the shore. I<br />
got carried in the rip current, basically<br />
because I could not pick up my board<br />
and rig to clear the water and get up the<br />
beach. My board and sail got trashed on<br />
some concrete blocks farther down the<br />
beach. Luckily they are now repaired.<br />
I’ve been windsurfing for 35 years,<br />
with an annual trip to the Gorge, so I<br />
can handle high wind, but this landing<br />
was tough: no sandy beach and no shallow<br />
area to get my act together. Matt<br />
Pritchard gave tips in a recent issue<br />
["How To, Iss. 02.2] on how to launch in<br />
the waves. How about some tips on the<br />
return trip? —James Harwick, Ontario<br />
This doesn’t sound like much fun. With<br />
a strong rip current like that, it’s important<br />
to get the sail up and cleared from<br />
the water as quickly as possible. If you<br />
know it is deep water close to shore, I<br />
recommend sailing as close to dry land<br />
as possible. I would rather sacrifice my<br />
gear than hurt my body, so I’ll ding a<br />
fin before putting a hole in my foot.<br />
As soon as you get off your board, get<br />
the sail flying in the wind so the water<br />
can’t suck it around. Never let that clew<br />
drop, as that is what usually causes the<br />
problem; get it up and airborne by picking<br />
up your boom around the rear harness line<br />
strap and grabbing the front windward<br />
footstrap. The wind will usually assist<br />
you in getting the gear up and off the<br />
water as quickly as possible. I hope these<br />
tips help you out! —Matt Pritchard<br />
School’s Rule<br />
I’ve been following <strong>Windsurfing</strong> <strong>Now</strong>’s<br />
progress with the printing of your<br />
first few issues. Congratulations<br />
on an excellent job! Thank you for<br />
taking the time and energy to promote<br />
the sport we all love so much.<br />
I’ve read and reread the issues multiple<br />
times now, and am particularly<br />
excited at the breadth of content,<br />
from beginners to intermediates, to<br />
expert photos, stories and athletes.<br />
I operate a SUP and windsurf shop<br />
in Burlington, Vermont called WN-<br />
D&WVS (wndnwvs.com). We spend a<br />
lot of time sailing on Lake Champlain<br />
in the spring, summer and fall months,<br />
then head down to our surf retreat in<br />
Rincon, Puerto Rico in the winter for<br />
a few weeks (villaplayamaria.com).<br />
Our most successful contribution<br />
to the resurgence of windsurfing<br />
is the camp we run in the summer<br />
months in Vermont. We host six kids<br />
per week for eight weeks and sell out<br />
each summer. Our head instructor<br />
this year is Arismendi Gonzales (a.k.a.<br />
Cuquito) from Cabarete, Dominican<br />
Republic. He’ll be up here for the<br />
summer teaching kids from the ages<br />
of eight to 18 how to rig, sail and have<br />
fun on the lake. We’re also proud<br />
sponsors of the AWT and Sam Bittner.<br />
Just wanted to let you know you have<br />
some big fans here on Lake Champlain.<br />
—Russ Scully, Vermont<br />
<strong>Windsurfing</strong> <strong>Now</strong> is a big fan of<br />
all the school programs across<br />
North America, and we are looking<br />
to show it. If you work for or know<br />
of a program and can put together an<br />
interesting story about it, email us at<br />
info@windsurfingnowmag.com. —ed.<br />
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BY LEORA BROYDO VESTEL<br />
PHOTOS BY RICH BAUM<br />
SESSIONS<br />
KIDS<br />
RULE<br />
AT THE<br />
RIO VISTA<br />
GRAND SLAM<br />
Expert sailors hailing from some<br />
of the top windsurfing spots in the<br />
world, from Hood River to Bonaire,<br />
found their way to low-key Sherman<br />
Island in June to compete in<br />
the thrilling afternoon sessions of<br />
slalom, speed and freestyle of the<br />
Rio Vista Grand Slam. However, in<br />
the mornings, it was a group of local<br />
kids competing in a “mini slalom”<br />
event that dominated the scene.<br />
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Zev tacks like a pro.<br />
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QUICK HITS<br />
ISS. 2.3<br />
SESSIONS<br />
The Grand Slam is a natural extension of what<br />
the kids love to do: sail in the playpen with<br />
their friends and chase each other around.<br />
The Grand Slam launched in the<br />
summer of 2015, and inspiring kids<br />
to windsurf has been made a main<br />
focal point. As a result, interest in the<br />
mini slalom is growing, with even<br />
more young windsurfers participating<br />
this year. The kids’ races take<br />
place over two days in the “playpen,”<br />
a safe harbor of sorts that runs<br />
parallel to the challenging flows of<br />
the Sacramento River, providing an<br />
excellent spot for aspiring windsurfers<br />
of all ages to develop their skills.<br />
The Grand Slam is a full-fledged<br />
hit with my kids, Mira (age 12) and<br />
Zev (age 10), in no small part due to<br />
the involvement of the pros who are<br />
on hand to cheer on mini-slalom<br />
competitors at the starting line and<br />
as they round the turns. After all the<br />
heats are finished, the kids eagerly<br />
line up to get the pros’ autographs.<br />
Zev talks about Tyson Poor, Wyatt<br />
Miller, Caesar Finies and Alex<br />
Mertens the way other kids talk<br />
about their favorite pro baseball<br />
or basketball players. During the<br />
Grand Slam, he gets to hang out with<br />
his heroes. When Wyatt signs an<br />
autograph for Zev that says “Slow<br />
down, Zev, you’re going to beat me<br />
next year!” the influence is palpable.<br />
Such missives “make me feel like<br />
I’m getting better,” Zev observes.<br />
The impacts of rubbing elbows<br />
with windsurfing stars cannot be<br />
understated. Prior to the start of the<br />
event, Dutch pro Arrianne Aukes<br />
spent the night at our home in San<br />
Francisco before heading to Sherman<br />
Island for the competition. During<br />
her visit, Arrianne helped Zev rig a<br />
new sail in our livingroom. She also<br />
took the time to answer questions<br />
about windsurfing, and was especially<br />
encouraging to Mira, as she’s big<br />
on getting more girls into the sport.<br />
The Grand Slam is a natural extension<br />
of what the kids love to do:<br />
sail in the playpen with their friends<br />
and chase each other around. But the<br />
formal nature causes them to focus<br />
Zev learning from Caesar.<br />
Mira cruises in the light air.<br />
more on strategy—starting strong,<br />
making good turns, maneuvering<br />
around pileups on the course—and<br />
as a result, participating has kicked<br />
up their skills several notches. “It<br />
makes you want to go faster, because<br />
it’s a rare experience,” Zev<br />
explains. “You have to do well.”<br />
Most surprising to me is the impact<br />
the races have had on Mira, who, in<br />
the past, has characterized windsurfing<br />
as (gasp!) “boring.” After<br />
this year’s Grand Slam, where Mira<br />
showed great improvement, she now<br />
sees the sport in a whole new light. “I<br />
get an adrenaline rush,” she observes.<br />
“And I like adrenaline.”<br />
At the end of the competition,<br />
Arrianne approached Mira at the<br />
event site and presented her with<br />
one of the many trophies she won at<br />
the Grand Slam. Arrianne said she<br />
was really inspired by how well Mira<br />
windsurfed and encouraged her to<br />
continue. “It was really cool,” Mira<br />
says of the gesture. “I felt proud.”<br />
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ISS. 2.3<br />
NEWS AND RESULTS<br />
NEWS: Girl on Wave is an exciting<br />
upcoming documentary starring top<br />
female waterman Sarah Hauser.<br />
They are still editing and collecting<br />
footage, so expect the release date<br />
sometime in late 2016. We checked<br />
in with Sarah to find out more about<br />
this project: “I’m super excited about<br />
Girl on Wave on so many levels. It’s<br />
been a lot of fun and work being part<br />
of the production, helping during the<br />
filming and now with the editing. I<br />
can’t wait for the movie to be out there<br />
and for people to watch some windsurfing<br />
in 5K, captured on a RED Epic<br />
camera. It’s rare to have this quality<br />
of imagery for anything other than a<br />
Hollywood production. I hope people<br />
are gonna like our message and our<br />
story, and feel inspired to follow their<br />
dreams after they watch our movie.”<br />
Go to girlonwave.com for more info.<br />
The 2016 Olympics in Rio should<br />
be underway as you are reading this.<br />
Congrats to U.S. windsurfing representatives<br />
Pedro Pascual and Marion<br />
Lepert. And coming from north of the<br />
border to represent Canada in Brazil<br />
is… no one. Wait, how is this possible?<br />
IN THE WIND<br />
We asked Canada’s top female RS:X’er<br />
Olivia Mew to fill us in on the situation:<br />
“Sail Canada has decided to not<br />
send both RS:X athletes to the 2016<br />
Olympic Games. Despite achieving<br />
the impossible and finishing fourth<br />
in the Weymouth World Cup after<br />
two extreme health challenges, this<br />
result was considered irrelevant in<br />
my selection. I’ve put in a massive<br />
amount of hard work to get to where<br />
I am today. My performance this year<br />
should not be undermined by the<br />
recent Olympic decision from Sail<br />
Canada. I believe I completed all the<br />
necessary qualification standards for<br />
the Games, without actually being sent<br />
to compete in them. I know I fought my<br />
best and fought until the very end.”<br />
RESULTS: There has been a ton of<br />
competition action since last issue,<br />
and what better way to start than with<br />
the 2016 U.S. <strong>Windsurfing</strong> Nationals<br />
returning to Corpus Christi,<br />
Texas in epic fashion this past May.<br />
The men’s slalom crown was taken by<br />
Phil Soltysiak, while the women’s<br />
fleet was won by Margot Samson.<br />
Samson put on an impressive showing<br />
in the Kona Class, taking the overall and<br />
women’s titles, while her father, Jerome,<br />
placed first in the Kona Men. Xavier<br />
Ferlet took down the Formula class,<br />
and Myles Borash won amongst the<br />
raceboards. Finally, the winners of the<br />
long-distance race were Enes Yilmazer<br />
and Angela Rhodes. For complete<br />
results, go to uswindsurfing.org.<br />
The American <strong>Windsurfing</strong> Tour<br />
season began with a May stop in Essaouira,<br />
Morocco. This new venue excited<br />
the pros, and even some amateurs<br />
made the trek, as it was the perfect way<br />
to experience an exotic wavesailing<br />
location. Winning the pros was local star<br />
Boujmaa Guilloul ahead of Morgan<br />
Noireaux and Kevin Pritchard. The<br />
women’s crown was taken by Ingrid<br />
Larouche, and the only other result was<br />
the Grand Masters, won by Colby Deer.<br />
Next up for the AWT was Gold Beach,<br />
Oregon and the Pistol River Wave<br />
Bash. The conditions were light at first,<br />
but improved for the weekend enough<br />
to get solid results across all divisions.<br />
Noireaux took the pro title ahead of<br />
his recent podium nemeses Guilloul<br />
and Pritchard. Winning her second<br />
consecutive event was Larouche ahead<br />
of Hauser and Tatiana Howard. Upand-coming<br />
star Max Schettewi won<br />
both the amateur and youth divisions,<br />
and Sean Aiken took the Masters and<br />
Dana Miller the Grand Masters.<br />
David Mertens deserves a lot of<br />
credit for organizing all the windsurfing<br />
competition in both the Rio Vista<br />
Grand Slam and Gorge Beach Bash.<br />
This second year of the RVGS had less<br />
wind than last, but enough to get results<br />
in all categories: Jesper Vesterstrom<br />
(Slalom A), Vincent Fallourd (Slalom B),<br />
Christophe Sabineu (Freeride), Wyatt<br />
Miller (Pro Freestyle), Sam Hartshorn<br />
(Freestyle), Arrianne Aukes (Womens<br />
Freestyle) and Boris Vujasinovic<br />
(Speed). We have to give special mention<br />
to the Kids’ Mini Slalom, won by Takeyasu<br />
Kohama ahead of Zev Vestel and<br />
Kenny Shirley. The GBB was a huge<br />
party with plenty of windsurfing demos<br />
and competition. The slalom was won by<br />
Vesterstrom ahead of Bruce Peterson<br />
and Soltysiak; the innovative tandem<br />
race was taken by Team Crown Crazy<br />
(Soltysiak and Ferlet), while the freeride<br />
race was won by Kevin Johnson. The pro<br />
freestyle event was moved to epic conditions<br />
at The Wall site, with Soltysiak<br />
winning over Miller and Tyson Poor.<br />
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CLASSIC<br />
MEETS<br />
INNOVATION<br />
New to the range this year is the Freewave STB, who’s stubby<br />
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STUFF<br />
WE LIKE<br />
SWAG<br />
WORDS BY<br />
DEREK RIJFF<br />
—<br />
BIC TECHNO 240D<br />
What’s most important to<br />
windsurfers today who are<br />
just getting into this great<br />
sport? The gear should be easy<br />
to set up and use, big enough<br />
to make learning easy, have<br />
enough performance to let the<br />
rider improve, and hopefully<br />
not completely break the<br />
bank account. One new board<br />
design that meets all this<br />
criterion is the Bic Techno<br />
240D. Its 240 liters of volume<br />
and 36 inches of width make it<br />
a stable platform for riders of<br />
all weights, while its durable,<br />
thermoformed ACE-TEC<br />
construction provides ample<br />
toughness for its very reasonable<br />
weight. As an ideal learning<br />
board, it’s also available as<br />
the Bic Nova 240D, with more<br />
deck padding and even more<br />
durability features.<br />
bicsport.com<br />
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MAKANI FINS<br />
HB CONCEPT<br />
It’s always cool when equipment<br />
manufacturers draw inspiration<br />
from the natural world when developing<br />
product ideas. The team<br />
at Makani Fins has been doing this<br />
since Day 1, and a great example of<br />
this is their latest wave fine, the HB<br />
Concept. <strong>Windsurfing</strong> <strong>Now</strong> checked<br />
in with Makani designer Louis<br />
Genest for more details on this new<br />
innovative wave fin.<br />
“The HB Concept has definitely<br />
been inspired by nature, and<br />
specifically, the humpback whale.<br />
Looking at their front flippers, you’ll<br />
notice they have tubercles (round<br />
nodules) on the leading edge that<br />
help these massive mammals catch<br />
their prey by drastically enhancing<br />
their maneuverability. We took this<br />
idea into fin design to help eliminate<br />
spinout while improving upwind<br />
performance and maneuverability.<br />
The main advantage of this<br />
HB concept is that it keeps the fin<br />
from stalling (i.e. no spinout) by<br />
increasing the angle of attack,<br />
which allows the rider to be able to<br />
go upwind like never before.<br />
The HB concept allows you to ride<br />
a smaller fin, resulting in less drag<br />
(by having less fin surface) and<br />
the ability to go faster with more<br />
control. The maneuverability is also<br />
increased a lot by being able to do<br />
radical carves on the board without<br />
losing the lift of your fin, as you<br />
would normally when you spin out.<br />
As for the why, let’s say the mechanism<br />
of this effect is that the tubercles<br />
generate a flow pattern that<br />
produces vortices with a particular<br />
spin so that the flow going over the<br />
tubercle is energized and accelerated<br />
to maintain the lift of the fin at<br />
high angles of attack.”<br />
makanifins.com<br />
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WELLNESS<br />
FINDING NEUTRAL PART 3:<br />
THE CERVICAL SPINE<br />
WORDS AND PHOTOS<br />
BY INGRID LAROUCHE<br />
AND SAMANTHA CAMPBELL<br />
almost everyone aspires to have better posture and spinal alignment. The following three exercises<br />
will help correct head and neck position, which can become forward and extended from activities<br />
like driving long distances, staring at electronic devices and, yes, holding onto the boom.<br />
+ WALL LEAN: Stand against<br />
a wall, drawing your shoulders<br />
back and down away from your<br />
ears. Keep the back of your head<br />
against the wall, looking straight<br />
ahead (think of elongating your<br />
neck and avoid looking up). <strong>Now</strong>,<br />
step your feet approximately<br />
one foot away from the wall,<br />
pushing with the back of your<br />
head against the wall. Maintain<br />
perfect neck/shoulder alignment<br />
and hold for one minute. If this<br />
is well-tolerated, progress to<br />
holding for up to three minutes.<br />
Wall lean. Scalen.<br />
Field goal.<br />
Ingrid Larouche is a pro<br />
windsurfer who also just<br />
happens to have over 15<br />
years of experience as a<br />
physical therapist, and<br />
Samantha Campbell,<br />
ATC, CSCS, LMT, owns<br />
Deep Relief Athletic<br />
Training Center on Maui.<br />
+ SCALENE: Place the fingers of<br />
one hand just below your collarbone<br />
and apply a light downward<br />
pressure. Tilt your chin away<br />
from your hand, towards the<br />
opposite shoulder and up to the<br />
ceiling until a stretch is felt on<br />
the front of your neck. Hold this<br />
position for 20 seconds. Repeat<br />
two to three times on each side.<br />
+ PRONE FIELD GOALS: Start by<br />
kneeling against a stability ball<br />
with your belly button engaged<br />
towards your spine. Place your<br />
feet shoulder-width apart against<br />
a wall and roll onto the ball by<br />
extending your legs slightly.<br />
Pinch your shoulder blades<br />
together and bring your elbows<br />
and hands back until they are in<br />
line with your torso. Then, while<br />
keeping your body and neck in a<br />
straight line, pull your shoulder<br />
blades down and back while maintaining<br />
the field goal position<br />
with your elbows. Hold for 10<br />
seconds and repeat 10 times.<br />
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Olivier Jallais in the lead.<br />
Margot Samson.<br />
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MOMENTS<br />
PHOTOS BY<br />
YSEULT MARC<br />
U.S. NATIONALS<br />
IN CORPUS CHRISTI<br />
IN MAY, THE 2016 U.S. <strong>Windsurfing</strong> Nationals returned<br />
to Corpus Christi’s Oleander Point with great success. The<br />
wind blew all week long, allowing for results across all<br />
categories. Here are a few moments from all the action.<br />
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Zane Wewerka.<br />
Wyatt Miller.<br />
Hydrofoil action.<br />
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MOMENTS<br />
PHOTOS BY GRANT MYRDAL/<br />
GORGEWINDSURFING.ORG<br />
Tandem race.<br />
GORGE<br />
BEACH BASH<br />
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY make a massive beach party filled with gear demos,<br />
recreational and competitive slalom races and live music, all held at Hood<br />
River’s Event Site and Waterfront Park, better? How about an epic freestyle<br />
contest at the iconic, super windy and massive swell site known as The Wall?<br />
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ISS. 2.3<br />
SPOT GUIDE<br />
WORDS AND PHOTO<br />
BY INGRID LAROUCHE<br />
CAPE<br />
TOWN<br />
SOUTH AFRICA<br />
When you’re established on Maui for the<br />
winter, why go anywhere else? I didn’t want<br />
to leave what I already consider paradise,<br />
but having the objective to learn port-tack<br />
wavesailing, I had to make a move. Several<br />
other PWA ladies train in South Africa, so<br />
South Africa it is for me, as well.<br />
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CAPE TOWN SPOTS<br />
View from Chapman’s Peak. Arutkin photo<br />
Departing with excitement, my<br />
attitude changed the second I landed<br />
in Cape Town and met the man I<br />
had prearranged to rent a vehicle<br />
from. He walked me to a little car<br />
that required multiple trials to start;<br />
driver seat on the right, clutch to the<br />
left, gas tank empty. I had to find<br />
my way outside of the airport going<br />
against all my driving instincts,<br />
without using my iPhone’s GPS to<br />
tell me where to go. I knew then and<br />
there that I was in for an adventure.<br />
THINGS I LEARNED<br />
IN CAPE TOWN<br />
Come for no less than one month.<br />
The flight is the main expense of this<br />
trip, so make the most of it. Once<br />
here, you can eat and live like a king<br />
for a fraction of what you’d pay living<br />
anywhere in the U.S. or Canada.<br />
The jet lag alone took me a week to<br />
recover from, so give yourself time<br />
to get settled and see and do some of<br />
the numerous things the Cape Town<br />
area has to offer. It seems as though<br />
many first-timers (myself included)<br />
end up extending their flights. It’s<br />
wiser to avoid adding to airline costs<br />
by planning for a longer vacation.<br />
Bring a light wetsuit. I was told the<br />
water is freezing, so I only brought a<br />
4/3-millimeter suit. We had so many<br />
days with the air temperature around<br />
100 degrees, and I was steaming.<br />
A few sailing spots are colder than<br />
others for sure, but not once did I<br />
feel cold. I mostly felt too hot and<br />
wished I had brought a 3/2. If you’re<br />
at all into freestyle and plan to sail<br />
the lakes, then you definitely need<br />
to bring a shorty wetsuit, as well.<br />
When the tablecloth (the blanket<br />
of clouds) settles over the region’s<br />
iconic Table Mountain, rig quickly<br />
and go, because you’ll be overpowered<br />
if you wait. When it eventually gets<br />
too windy, pack up and head north.<br />
Also, if there is any prevalent southeast<br />
wind forecasted close to town,<br />
don’t drive south—unless you want<br />
to be sailing in 40-knot conditions.<br />
SUNSET BEACH: Wind will pick up here before anywhere<br />
else around Cape Town. This is always a great<br />
spot for a first session, until the wind is too strong and<br />
kicks in farther up the coast. Waves can be choppy,<br />
but the southeasterlies are cross-offshore and nice for<br />
riding. The beach is friendly, with no rocks in sight.<br />
TABLE VIEW BEACH: The wind is onshore and the<br />
beach extends for miles, with parking everywhere along<br />
the way. You can take your pick of where to sail if you<br />
want to get out of the windsurfing crowds (and don’t<br />
mind a few kites around) to improve your jumping.<br />
BIG BAY: This is the jump spot. The wind is sideshore<br />
and the waveriding is really fun on bigger swells, although<br />
it often seems like there are no right-of-way<br />
rules around here. Big Bay is the most crowded spot,<br />
as the bay is relatively small and filled not only with<br />
windsurfers, but surfers, bodyboarders and even kiters.<br />
It’s an awesome spot for watching pros going big and<br />
nice for hanging out. There’s a restaurant right on<br />
the waterfront, showers and a grassy rigging area.<br />
HAAGAT: This is the best pure waveriding spot around<br />
Cape Town, with amazing down-the-line conditions. It’s<br />
ideal for riders with a little more experience, as the wind<br />
doesn’t always fill in and there are rocks by the peak.<br />
MELKBOS: This nice, long beach break has several<br />
peaks and is more exposed than other spots, so it will<br />
often have waves even when there is no real swell. It’s<br />
good for both waveriding and jumping, but probably<br />
not the pick on a huge day, as the whitewater will<br />
stretch as far as you can see, making it hard to get out.<br />
Ingrid Larouche top-turns at Big Bay. Cas Smit photo<br />
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The scene at Witsand.<br />
SOUTH SPOTS<br />
When the forecast calls for no wind<br />
in Cape Town, or any direction<br />
other than southeast, a road trip<br />
is in order. Note: <strong>Now</strong>, you’ll need<br />
your 4/3-millimeter wetsuit.<br />
PLATBOOM: Approximately an<br />
hour and a half south of Cape Town<br />
is Cape Point National Park. It costs<br />
R125 ($7) per person to enter, but<br />
is quite picturesque with its white<br />
sand, aquamarine sea and incredible<br />
wildlife. The wave is best at low tide<br />
and is heavier than other spots, but<br />
it makes for some amazing riding.<br />
Cape Point is rocky and the beach<br />
completely disappears at high tide, so<br />
it’s better suited for more advanced<br />
sailors. If the wind is blowing from<br />
the north, the beach just around the<br />
corner is the spot for starboard conditions.<br />
Watch out for the baboons!<br />
WITSAND: A half-hour before entering<br />
the national park is Witsand,<br />
a beautiful, sandy bay just down<br />
from a cliff that’s great for highwind<br />
jumping. Beware of the few rocks in<br />
the middle of the bay and a bit of a<br />
shorebreak. The wind is strong here,<br />
and it felt like I was back in Pozo.<br />
Witsand works for both southeast<br />
and northwest wind directions.<br />
SCARBOROUGH: Just down the<br />
road from Witsand, this is the place<br />
to go in a large swell for some fun<br />
turns. There is a big, rocky kelp<br />
point to the left and some rocks to<br />
the right. It’s a small bay that gets<br />
crowded fast, so get here early.<br />
"...the beach just<br />
around the corner is<br />
the spot for starboard<br />
conditions. Watch<br />
out for the baboons!"<br />
NORTH SPOTS<br />
If the swell gets really big, then a lot<br />
of riders drive north for the incredible<br />
down-the-line conditions.<br />
YZERFONTEIN: I didn’t get to<br />
sail here, but apparently Yzerfontein<br />
is a place to consider<br />
when the wind is nuking and<br />
waves are big (over mast-high).<br />
PATERNOSTER: Located two hours<br />
north of Cape Town, this spot also<br />
needs a big swell to work. Wind is way<br />
offshore on a southeast, so it is actually<br />
best on more of an east-southeast.<br />
To me, it feels like a port-tack Punta<br />
San Carlos: a point break in front of<br />
the rocks, to then chase down a bowly<br />
section that’s perfect for aerials.<br />
ELANDS BAY: This is another spot<br />
I didn’t get to experience (the threehour<br />
drive kept me away), but I hear<br />
it’s worth the trip when the swell is<br />
really big. Thermals will kick in late<br />
afternoon on a southeast or southwest<br />
wind, and this chunky point<br />
break is only for the experienced.<br />
5 OTHER<br />
THINGS<br />
TO DO:<br />
It was quite windy during<br />
my trip, so I spent most of<br />
my time on the water, but<br />
here are five non-windsurfing<br />
activities I did get to do<br />
and strongly recommend.<br />
1. Take a road-trip detour<br />
along the coast on<br />
Chapman’s Peak Drive<br />
for breathtaking scenery<br />
on your way back from<br />
an afternoon of sailing<br />
at Witsand. Then stop at<br />
Café Caprice in Camps Bay<br />
to enjoy dinner, drinks<br />
and the ultimate sunset.<br />
2. Make the drive south<br />
early and stop at Simon’s<br />
Town to see the little<br />
African penguins before<br />
the wind picks up.<br />
3. Hike up Lion’s Head<br />
Mountain for an out-of-thisworld<br />
view of Cape Town.<br />
4. Visit some of Cape<br />
Town’s wineries for<br />
sensational (and ridiculously<br />
cheap) wine.<br />
5. Go on a safari and get<br />
close to the Big Five: lion,<br />
leopard, rhino, elephant<br />
and Cape buffalo.<br />
On my next trip, I hope<br />
to add cage-diving with<br />
the white sharks, visiting<br />
The Elephant Sanctuary<br />
and climbing Table<br />
Mountain to this list.<br />
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HOW TO<br />
WORDS BY<br />
MATT PRITCHARD<br />
CATCHING A WAVE<br />
It’s blowing, the waves are up and all your friends are out. You see everyone blasting around as you frantically<br />
rig, wave after wave ripping down-the-line, smacking the lip and hitting the big aerial off the end bowl…<br />
and then you get out there and the ocean goes flat. Not a single wave to be found. Nothing. What gives?<br />
Don’t worry, it’s not just you; this is a common theme among newbies searching for their first waveride.<br />
when people ask me why it looks like I<br />
get all the waves, my answer is simple:<br />
I wait for them. One of my favorite<br />
ways of describing how to catch a wave<br />
is thinking about a surfer. Surfers<br />
paddle out into the lineup and sit for<br />
hours. They wait and they wait and<br />
then they wait. You don’t see surfers<br />
paddle out, then paddle in and back<br />
out again. They wait. They study the<br />
ocean. They pay attention. Otherwise,<br />
they’re going to waste precious hours.<br />
As windsurfers, we have the advantage<br />
of standing up, which makes<br />
it easier to see ocean swells. We can<br />
move faster to get to the right spot.<br />
Why do you think surfers give you<br />
a hard time for being a windsurfer?<br />
It’s far easier to catch waves and a<br />
lot more fun if you pay attention.<br />
Before you hit the water, take 10<br />
to 15 minutes to watch the good guys<br />
who are catching waves. See where<br />
they line up and follow their lead.<br />
Look for sets and follow them with<br />
your watch to figure out how much<br />
time lapses between them. This will<br />
help you establish a pattern for getting<br />
out and being patient, knowing that<br />
every seven-and-a-half minutes a set<br />
of two to four waves will be coming.<br />
Be sure you are on the outside ready<br />
to go, rather than stumbling your<br />
way back out wishing you were on<br />
the wave that just flattened you.<br />
Once on the water, go out and get<br />
comfortable with your surroundings.<br />
I like to line myself up with something<br />
on shore so I can easily find the same<br />
spot where I caught my last wave. Normally,<br />
waves break in the same place, in<br />
the same way, at a consistent location.<br />
Just because you have made your<br />
outside jibe and are on the way back in<br />
doesn’t mean you have to blaze back<br />
to the beach. Why the hurry? Take a<br />
deep breath or two, turn on your “wave<br />
brain” and start hunting.<br />
You don’t have to be planing and you<br />
don’t need to panic; wait for a wave.<br />
Schlog upwind to find that landmark<br />
you set up earlier and figure out your<br />
zone. Learn to hover (stalling your<br />
board into wind and balancing while<br />
going nowhere), just like a surfer sitting<br />
in the lineup waiting. There’s no rush.<br />
Getting a bigger wave just makes<br />
things easier. For one, you can see it,<br />
and secondly, once you catch it, you get<br />
more speed, as you have more room<br />
to go down the wave face. With speed<br />
comes maneuverability. Ever tried to<br />
turn a bicycle while barely moving?<br />
It isn’t that easy. It’s the same with a<br />
windsurfer, and I stick to the theory<br />
of speed being your friend. One of my<br />
favorite sayings is, “When in doubt,<br />
gas it!” That got me into a lot of trouble<br />
as a motocrosser, but in windsurfing,<br />
it has saved me more often than<br />
not. Speed is always your friend.<br />
Perfect position to catch the last wave<br />
of the set. Photo by Si Crowther/AWT<br />
Your exercise now is to get out<br />
there, find the waves and get on<br />
them. Make sure they are big<br />
enough to let your friends know<br />
you are a wave hunter. When the<br />
waves are up, we are wavesailing<br />
(yes, this is different than windsurfing).<br />
Think of it as a different<br />
sport, a new challenge. Planing<br />
around everywhere is not mandatory,<br />
so don’t work too hard to<br />
plane. Instead, get yourself out<br />
there, be upwind at the peak and<br />
get ready for the ride of your life.<br />
As a wavesailor, you can’t beat<br />
the feeling of getting that next big<br />
one. People spend their entire lives<br />
in search of a bigger, better, faster<br />
and more perfect wave. Does it really<br />
exist? Only you will ever know.<br />
Next issue, we’ll talk about riding<br />
your first wave and what to do<br />
once you have caught the big one.<br />
Former world champion Matt Pritchard teaches private lessons and<br />
clinics on Maui and around the world for pritchardwindsurfing.com.<br />
He’s sponsored by Gaastra, Tabou, Dakine, NoLimitz and Streamlined.<br />
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Talk Story<br />
WORDS BY GRAHAM EZZY / PHOTOS BY RUBEN LEMMENS<br />
A<br />
zebu bull, all four limbs<br />
bound together with rope,<br />
lay on the sand in front<br />
of me, a machete-sized knife resting<br />
on its neck. Ruben Lemmens<br />
and I were the only white faces in<br />
a group of 30 or so Malagasy men<br />
and women. The men had all been<br />
drinking since sunrise, when the<br />
ceremony started, and they were already<br />
drunk; they sang and drummed<br />
and clapped their hands. No one<br />
was allowed east of the zebu.<br />
I was instructed to make a wish<br />
on the zebu, which was so exhausted<br />
from panic that it looked<br />
dead. I knelt and pressed honey-soaked<br />
money—three bills for<br />
200 ariary, each equivalent to 60<br />
American cents—against the warm<br />
body of the zebu. The zebu’s heart<br />
drummed against my hands.<br />
I have trouble with wishing in general.<br />
What is the best wish to wish? I<br />
wished our trip in Madagascar would<br />
be successful and windy, and I wished<br />
my brother would do well after graduating<br />
college. Oh, and there was a<br />
girl I couldn’t stop thinking about.<br />
During my third wish—the one<br />
about the girl—the zebu struggled,<br />
and the knife, which had been<br />
balanced on the bull’s neck, fell to<br />
the sand. The drumming behind<br />
me increased in manic intensity.<br />
The crowd of people came alive.<br />
The zebu threw off the knife because<br />
he wanted to die, they said.<br />
My host told me, “For us, the zebu<br />
will not die. His spirit will go to our<br />
ancestors.” There is a Malagasy saying:<br />
“Build your house out of straw<br />
and your grave from stone.” The<br />
body is only a vessel in Madagascar.<br />
My host’s grandmother—the<br />
oldest, most wrinkled person at the<br />
sacrifice—headed the ceremony. Her<br />
robes were a patterned array of white,<br />
blue, and orange. She could have<br />
been 60 or over 100. Her wrinkled<br />
skin sagged over sinewed muscle.<br />
The zebu came from her herd.<br />
The zebu is a humped cow with long<br />
horns found in Madagascar. The zebu<br />
is sacred and, allowed to roam freely<br />
over the land, beaches, and roads.<br />
But the zebu is also a beast of burden,<br />
used to pull carts and play the role<br />
assigned to the donkey in Europe.<br />
A zebu herd acts as the local form of<br />
bank account. My host’s grandmother<br />
lived in a simple one-room hut, but she<br />
estimated her herd of zebu to number<br />
over 1,500. On average, zebu sell for<br />
between 300 and 500 dollars, depending<br />
on factors such as age and sex.<br />
Those who can afford it eat zebu meat.<br />
Legend says the zebu came to<br />
Madagascar from out of the ocean<br />
onto the northern tip of the island—a<br />
place called Babaomby, not far from<br />
our sacrifice. The legend also says<br />
that people descended from the zebu,<br />
making the zebu both ancestors and<br />
cousins in addition to everything else.<br />
My host sacrificed that zebu to<br />
gain favor with the ancestor spirits.<br />
Ancestor worship is important all<br />
over Madagascar, and each of the 22<br />
tribes makes tribute to their dead<br />
forefathers with different rituals.<br />
My taxi driver in the capital, Antananarivo,<br />
700 miles to the south,<br />
described his tribe’s worship: “Each<br />
family digs up the bodies of their ancestors<br />
every year and puts clothes on<br />
the corpses.” I asked how the process<br />
works once the body is just bones….<br />
“After five years, we put everyone<br />
altogether in one bag,” he answered.<br />
Spirituality can be practical.<br />
The zebu’s blood flowed into<br />
the sand from its slit throat. They<br />
told me the sacrifice must be<br />
performed on wet sand with an incoming<br />
tide so that the water spirits<br />
could come to claim the blood.<br />
After the zebu bled out into the<br />
sand, the butcher used a machete to<br />
hack off the top of the skull, along<br />
with the horns, which was placed<br />
high in the branches of a sacred tree.<br />
The scene quickly transformed from<br />
ritual to butchery. The zebu meat was<br />
divided amongst everyone present—a<br />
gift from my host to their neighbors.<br />
Did the wish I made on the zebu<br />
come true? Was the trip a success?<br />
Well, a steady 25-knot wind blew till<br />
the day I left. In most places, winds<br />
come and go: thermic winds die at<br />
night and frontal winds last only as<br />
long as the storm. During my time in<br />
Madagascar, the wind was immortal—a<br />
windsurfer’s fantasy come true.<br />
But this was a nightmarish amount<br />
of wind. Every night, I listened to<br />
the wind wail and whine outside the<br />
shaking hut in which I tried to sleep.<br />
Equally difficult were the days<br />
spent trying to windsurf the windy<br />
seas of Babaomby where masthigh<br />
winds swell barreled onto<br />
shallow lava rock. The following<br />
passages come from my notes about<br />
a day of filming on this trip:<br />
With us so near the equator, the sun<br />
hangs on the top of the sky all day and<br />
then falls so quickly down past the horizon<br />
that the entire afternoon sprints by<br />
in not much more than an hour. Night<br />
and day exist, but not the steady flow of<br />
time to which we nail our western lives.<br />
Today, we spent the whole day till dark<br />
filming from a city-block-size uninhabited<br />
island made up entirely of the sharpest<br />
black lava rock I have ever seen. If lava<br />
dries quickly enough, it becomes the<br />
sharp edge of broken glass. Two kinds<br />
of bushes grow on this rock island—no<br />
trees. One is a shrub with inch-long<br />
thorns that sprawls about the island<br />
like a spiky, bushy vine; the other plant<br />
is green, leafless, and looks like it should<br />
grow underwater, like a sea anemone.<br />
This second plant breaks easily when<br />
walked through and spouts a milky sap.<br />
After a day of filming from the island,<br />
with the sun already set and a treacherous<br />
two-hour boat ride without lights ahead of<br />
us, we loaded the camera and windsurfing<br />
gear into the boat’s hull. All of us were<br />
covered in cuts and that milky sap. Once<br />
on the dangerous sea journey home, the<br />
skipper turned and said, “Don’t get the<br />
white stuff in your eyes or you’ll go blind.”<br />
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I suffered on that trip to Madagascar,<br />
but now it makes for a<br />
good story. When I was a teenager,<br />
I hosted camps with SoloSports<br />
in Baja during the summers, and<br />
there I met Clark Merritt, one of<br />
North America’s original windsurfing<br />
raconteurs. Clark told me<br />
the only windsurfing story worth<br />
writing is the one where everything<br />
goes wrong. “Misadventure<br />
sells,” he said. And sure, who does<br />
not love to read about suffering?<br />
While Clark’s words hold wisdom,<br />
I believe the secret to a good windsurfing<br />
story is simply to leave the<br />
windsurfing out. The most annoying<br />
and boring stories tap into the youshould-have-been-here-yesterday<br />
nostalgia of a windy day you missed.<br />
Pete DeKay, the editor of <strong>Windsurfing</strong><br />
<strong>Now</strong>, asked me to work with<br />
him on an issue focused on stories.<br />
In the following pages, I’ve compiled<br />
seven stories about windsurfing<br />
that completely ignore windsurfing<br />
itself, but rather focus on the<br />
details that create the life around<br />
windsurfing: the people, the places,<br />
the process. Did you know Robby<br />
Naish attended Punahou—Hawaii’s<br />
most prestigious high school—with<br />
Barack Obama? Or that he was married<br />
with a daughter at 18? I asked a<br />
friend of mine, Alex Papazian, who<br />
does not windsurf, to describe the<br />
World Tour from his perspective as<br />
an outsider. Lucy Clarke is a successful<br />
novelist who also windsurfs.<br />
In Hawaii, we say “talk story.” It is<br />
a pidgin idiom that could be translated<br />
as “chew the fat” or “shoot the<br />
breeze,” but that would be to miss<br />
the point. Talk story is an attitude<br />
more than an activity. Talk story is<br />
the belief that stories can be light<br />
from which we see each other. Here,<br />
you will find stories that show the<br />
lives of every kind of windsurfer.<br />
Enjoy. And send us your own.<br />
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Intergenerational<br />
WORDS BY THOMAS TRAVERSA / PHOTO BY JOHN CARTER/PWAWORLDTOUR.COM<br />
E<br />
very now and then I see a classic<br />
windsurf video pop up on the<br />
Internet, and I enjoy so much<br />
watching them. These vintage videos<br />
portray windsurfing in such a different<br />
way; the vibe is just so different to what<br />
it is nowadays: <strong>Windsurfing</strong> is new,<br />
it is fun, it is modern and simple, it is<br />
affordable, it is for everyone. There is<br />
a clip from the ‘80s (or ‘70s?) simply<br />
called "<strong>Windsurfing</strong> Hawaii” that starts<br />
with a young Robby Naish freestyling<br />
and cruising on a massive board. His<br />
sail almost looks wider than it is high,<br />
but one thing is sure: he is having fun.<br />
More than 30 years later, the<br />
same Robby Naish rides waves at<br />
Ho’okipa and wins heats in the Aloha<br />
Classic. And from what I see, the<br />
guy still has a lot of fun. I guess he<br />
has just as much fun as we all do<br />
when we get to the water, and I like<br />
to believe that we all enjoy the same<br />
feeling: the wind in our sail, the<br />
water under our feet, the speed....<br />
These feelings come to my mind<br />
when I imagine the day I teach my<br />
daughter how to windsurf, if she<br />
ever wants to try, of course. To teach<br />
her, I would tow her on her own<br />
equipment behind me, as they do<br />
it in some windsurfing schools. I<br />
hope she will enjoy it and not be<br />
scared of the ocean. Hopefully she<br />
sees the sea as the coolest place on<br />
earth, as I did when I learned.<br />
My dad was not a great windsurfer<br />
when he taught me—he could barely<br />
waterstart. But as I improved, he did<br />
also. We learned to jibe together. My<br />
best memories are from all the spring<br />
and summer days we went sailing<br />
together. We would just cruise for<br />
hours, from one bay to the other.<br />
Or, we would go really far out.<br />
It was incredible being 11-yearold<br />
and having the possibility to go<br />
wherever I wanted to on my windsurf<br />
board. At sea, there is no one to tell<br />
you what to do, or how to do it, or for<br />
how long or how far. Exploring the<br />
surface of the sea— with no rules<br />
or limits—is really what hooked<br />
me. I felt so lucky and special to<br />
have the sea as my playground.<br />
I’m not sure if it is because I became<br />
a dad last year or if my feelings come<br />
from getting older (I turned 30 last<br />
December), but I appreciate more and<br />
more the history of our sport. The<br />
many innovations, the many pioneers,<br />
the many generations of boards and<br />
sails, and the many generations of<br />
talented and inspiring windsurfers.<br />
During my first years on the PWA<br />
Wave Tour, I competed against the<br />
likes of Josh Angulo, Kevin Pritchard,<br />
Nik Baker, Scott McKercher and Jason<br />
Polakow, just to name a few. They were<br />
the stars of our sport at that time—and<br />
the guys to beat. I was part of a group<br />
of kids trying to find a place on the<br />
big stage. My generation included<br />
Kauli Seadi, Ricardo Campello, Victor<br />
Fernandez, Alex Mussolini, and Robby<br />
Swift. For most of us, the Freestyle<br />
World Tour offered the opportunity<br />
"...we don’t have to<br />
worry for the future."<br />
to get our first significant results,<br />
which led to financial support from the<br />
sponsors, which allowed us to travel<br />
more, train harder, and dedicate our<br />
lives to being professional windsurfers.<br />
The older guys quickly disappeared<br />
from PWA freestyle tour. Winning in<br />
2002, at 29 years old, Matt Pritchard<br />
is the oldest freestyle world champion<br />
of the last 13 years. While the older<br />
guys still dominated the Wave and<br />
Slalom Tours, the freestyle circuit<br />
became a place for my generation<br />
to do well. Soon, many of us started<br />
to compete on the Wave Tour too,<br />
where our generation introduced<br />
freestyle to the waves. With all our<br />
competition experience from the<br />
freestyle tour, we began to win heats,<br />
competitions, and even world titles.<br />
I will always remember my first big<br />
heat win on the Wave Tour. I beat Peter<br />
Volwater in the double-elimination of<br />
the 2005 PWA World Cup in Guincho,<br />
Portugal. It was one of my first wave<br />
World Cups, and he was one of my heroes<br />
and a great waverider. To win against him<br />
was big for me. But at the same time, I<br />
felt bad for Peter because even though<br />
I beat him in that heat, he was a much<br />
better windsurfer than I was back then.<br />
<strong>Now</strong>, we are the guys to beat. The<br />
wave tour’s top ten consists of names<br />
from my generation. We are all thirty<br />
or older, and five of us have small<br />
children. I am very curious to see who<br />
the next generation is going to be and<br />
what they will be like. I am only talking<br />
about wavesailing because it is the<br />
part of windsurfing I know the best.<br />
There is so much talent in the younger<br />
guys: Köster definitely changed and<br />
continues to change the standards of<br />
jumping; Jaeger Stone offers a unique<br />
snappy approach to waveriding; Morgan<br />
Noireaux is one of the few people in<br />
history to win back-to-back Ho’okipa<br />
World Cups, and he is only twentyone;<br />
And let's not forget the two core<br />
wave riders—maybe not yet completely<br />
mature for contests but very strong and<br />
stylish waveriders—Camille Juban and<br />
Graham Ezzy. Even if we do not know<br />
what direction this new generation will<br />
push the sport, I guess we don't have<br />
to worry for the future. Every year, this<br />
young generation and my generation<br />
compete in the Aloha Classic at Ho’okipa<br />
with Robby Naish, the original pro<br />
windsurfer. (To compare with surfing:<br />
Robby is both Duke Kahanamoku<br />
and Kelly Slater at the same time.)<br />
And this is the point I wanted to<br />
come to: windsurfing is not nearly as<br />
big as it used to be; there are fewer<br />
competitions and each has less prize<br />
money than before, but at the same<br />
time the equipment gets better<br />
and easier. Because windsurfing is<br />
now such a small sport, you only<br />
meet very passionate windsurfers<br />
following the fun and freedom our<br />
sport offers. I am really looking<br />
forward to seeing what windsurfing<br />
looks like for the future generations,<br />
and I know I will always belong.<br />
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Thomas Traversa won his first world title in 2014 in the wave discipline of the PWA World Tour. He lives in Marseilles, France—<br />
where he grew up and learned to windsurf. When not windsurfing, he loves being a dad to his daughter, who just turned one.<br />
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Meet Lucy Clarke<br />
INTERVIEW BY GRAHAM EZZY / PHOTO BY JAMES BOWDEN<br />
Lucy Clarke is an English novelist who windsurfs. The paperback<br />
edition of her third novel, The Blue, will be released in North America<br />
this summer. While the novel does not directly feature windsurfing,<br />
a sailing yacht is at the center of the plot.<br />
What was your first experience<br />
with windsurfing? I was at<br />
university in Wales, and I decided to<br />
join the University <strong>Windsurfing</strong> Club.<br />
A minibus filled with freshers was<br />
taken to a freezing lake in the middle<br />
of winter, handed damp wetsuits that<br />
were 10 years out of date, and shown<br />
how to rig a sail. Despite the cold and<br />
the poor equipment, we had such<br />
fun windsurfing up and down that<br />
lake—and then thawing out in the<br />
pub afterwards. How good are you?<br />
I am an eternal learner. However,<br />
when I do windsurf, I absolutely<br />
love it. Writing is my passion, and<br />
windsurfing is my husband’s (James<br />
Cox), but it’s a wonderful feeling when<br />
we’re able to sail together and share<br />
that experience. A novelist married<br />
to a professional windsurfer....<br />
You two carry a lot of cool clout.<br />
Who gets more attention at<br />
cocktail parties? I would love to<br />
know—but we’re never invited to<br />
any. We’re more likely to be found<br />
cooking up some food on the beach<br />
with a few old friends. Is writing<br />
similar to windsurfing? At first,<br />
they appear polar opposites: the<br />
dry-land, seemingly static process<br />
of writing versus the salt-soaked,<br />
heart-thumping roar of windsurfing.<br />
Yet, on another level, there’s a<br />
true commonality: both are about<br />
pursuing a sensation—being at our<br />
very best, finding our edge—and<br />
pushing it. When I write, some days<br />
the words flow easily onto the page,<br />
but there are other days (plenty of<br />
them) that are filled with frustration<br />
and false starts. <strong>Windsurfing</strong> can be<br />
awash with those same highs and<br />
lows: the conditions aren’t right,<br />
the move you made a few days ago<br />
is now eluding you entirely, you<br />
rigged the wrong-sized sail. Yet it’s<br />
precisely these very challenges that<br />
make you want it even more. Is it a<br />
coincidence that all three of your<br />
novels involve the sea? I grew up<br />
on the south coast of England, so<br />
the sea was always a huge part of<br />
my life. Cities are wonderful and<br />
exciting places to be, but after a few<br />
days, I feel an almost gravitational<br />
pull towards the coast. I like to set<br />
my novels in places that excite and<br />
"My husband and I<br />
spend as much of<br />
each winter as we<br />
can abroad... we are<br />
both lucky enough to<br />
be able to take our<br />
'offices' with us."<br />
inspire me—and for me, that always<br />
involves the sea. Maui, Western<br />
Australia, Bali and Tasmania….<br />
My husband and I spend as much of<br />
each winter as we can abroad. He<br />
is a professional windsurfer, so we<br />
are both lucky enough to be able<br />
to take our “offices” with us. Over<br />
the past few years, we traveled to<br />
Chile, Hawaii, Western Australia,<br />
Tasmania, Fiji, New Zealand, Canada,<br />
Sri Lanka, the U.S. and Europe.<br />
Whenever we’re away, my travel<br />
journal comes with me, and often it’s<br />
during those times that inspiration<br />
arrives for a new novel. What scares<br />
or excites you most about the sea? I<br />
love its changeability. On a calm,<br />
glassy morning, I can be gliding<br />
on my paddleboard, watching fish<br />
dart beneath me, and then—in a<br />
matter of hours—the clouds roll in,<br />
the wind picks up, waves swell and<br />
groan, and suddenly I am dealing<br />
with a completely different beast.<br />
That’s when my husband picks up his<br />
windsurfer—and when I’m happy<br />
to retreat to the shore with a cup of<br />
tea. What does a work day look like<br />
for Lucy Clarke? I write Monday to<br />
Friday, 7 a.m. to 1 p.m. I turn off the<br />
Internet, silence my phone, put on my<br />
music and write furiously. I always<br />
write my first draft of a novel by<br />
hand—after that, everything else is<br />
done on screen. When I’m in the U.K.<br />
and the weather is warm, I’ll often<br />
write from our beach hut, which is my<br />
favorite spot in the world to think. In<br />
the afternoons, writing is put aside<br />
and I hang out with my one-and-ahalf-year-old<br />
son, Tommy. And what<br />
about your most recent novel, The<br />
Blue? With a spin of a globe, best<br />
friends Lana and Kitty escape their<br />
lives in England and journey to the<br />
Philippines. There, they discover<br />
“The Blue”, a beautiful yacht manned<br />
by a group of wanderers. When<br />
they’re invited to join the crew, they<br />
slip into an idyllic routine of sailing<br />
and snorkeling around the isolated<br />
islands of the Philippines, embracing<br />
a way of life that makes it easy to<br />
forget the secrets they left behind.<br />
But the tide turns when death creeps<br />
quietly on deck. A dangerous swell of<br />
mistrust and lies threatens to bring<br />
the crew’s adventures to an end.<br />
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45
Excerpt From The Blue<br />
(MEET LUCY CLARKE)<br />
L<br />
ana stood on deck, looking<br />
down into the turquoise<br />
depths. They were anchored<br />
in about thirty feet of water, but the<br />
seabed shelved off deeply, the depth<br />
finder reading over one hundred<br />
feet as they’d sailed closer towards<br />
the tiny fleck of an island—the<br />
only land they’d seen for days.<br />
There was something daunting,<br />
a primeval fear, about diving into<br />
the unknown, where sharks or other<br />
predators could be lurking. Without<br />
giving herself time to hesitate or<br />
delay, she unhooked her dress,<br />
tied it around the lifeline to keep it<br />
from blowing away, and dived in.<br />
The water felt cool against her<br />
skin as she cut through it, her fingers<br />
and toes in a point. She opened<br />
her eyes underwater, and blurry<br />
blue light filtered around her.<br />
She let herself gradually float to<br />
the surface, the sea carrying her<br />
gently upwards. Then she began<br />
to swim, her arms slicing through<br />
the calm water with smooth,<br />
steady strokes. It was surprisingly<br />
wonderful to be moving—not just<br />
within the constricted space of<br />
the yacht—but freely, fluidly.<br />
She swam away from the yacht in<br />
the direction of the island, feeling<br />
a pleasing ache building in her arm<br />
muscles. It was a relief to be doing<br />
something physical, and she felt<br />
immediately better for it. The water<br />
beneath her grew shallower as she<br />
swam over reef, coral waving in<br />
and out of view. She should have<br />
brought the mask and snorkel. She<br />
dived under and stopped kicking,<br />
hovering there in the still blue.<br />
She wasn’t breathing, wasn’t<br />
thinking, wasn’t swimming—just<br />
gliding through layers of ocean<br />
and salt water. As her lungs began<br />
to tingle, she heard a rumbling<br />
sound. Her thoughts drifted around<br />
the familiar shape of the noise,<br />
wondering what it could be out here in<br />
the empty ocean. Sounds underwater<br />
travel five times faster than in air, so<br />
Lana knew that whatever it was must<br />
be farther away than it appeared.<br />
Suddenly her eyes flashed open<br />
to the salt sting of the sea as she<br />
recognized the noise: it was the sound<br />
of the boat engine starting up.<br />
She kicked hard, splashing to<br />
the surface and taking in a gulp of<br />
air. “The Blue” was still positioned<br />
as it had been before—about five<br />
hundred meters away—but she<br />
could see the shape of someone<br />
standing at the bow bringing in the<br />
"As her lungs began<br />
to tingle, she heard<br />
a rumbling sound.<br />
Her thoughts drifted<br />
around the familiar<br />
shape of the noise,<br />
wondering what it<br />
could be out here in<br />
the empty ocean."<br />
anchor. Perhaps it was dragging<br />
and they’d decided to re-anchor.<br />
It was eerie to know the anchor was<br />
being pulled when she was this far<br />
from the yacht. She chided herself for<br />
swimming such a distance. Deciding<br />
to head back, she swam in front<br />
crawl, keeping the rhythm steady.<br />
The engine noise increased,<br />
a throbbing sound that bubbled<br />
through the otherwise still air. As<br />
she watched the yacht, she became<br />
aware of the bow turning away<br />
from her, pointing in the opposite<br />
direction—out towards the horizon.<br />
She guessed they were reanchoring,<br />
but it was unnerving<br />
to see the yacht turning away from<br />
her. She swam harder, thrusting<br />
her arms through the water. She<br />
kept expecting the yacht to turn<br />
back, to see its bow swinging<br />
towards her as it found a new spot<br />
to anchor—but oddly it kept its<br />
course, heading towards the open<br />
ocean, the dinghy tied to its stern.<br />
Surely they wouldn’t anchor far<br />
from the original spot where Lana<br />
was swimming. They must just be<br />
making a wide turn. She swam after<br />
it, her arms beginning to tire—but<br />
the yacht didn’t swing around. It<br />
was getting farther away from her.<br />
“Hey!” she shouted. “Wait!”<br />
She could see some of the crew<br />
on deck—just silhouettes where<br />
the sun was behind them—but<br />
no one turned. No one heard.<br />
She was exhausted, panting from<br />
the burst of front crawl, and she<br />
had to tread water for a moment<br />
while she caught her breath. It was<br />
hard to judge distances or speeds<br />
without landmarks, but it seemed<br />
that the yacht was already two<br />
hundred, maybe three hundred,<br />
meters from where it had been<br />
anchored. She waited, still believing<br />
that the yacht was going to turn<br />
back—but a minute passed, and<br />
then another. The Blue didn’t turn.<br />
Then she realized: the position<br />
the yacht was now in was too<br />
deep to put down the anchor. The<br />
crew weren’t finding a new spot<br />
to anchor—they were leaving.<br />
“Wait! Stop! Stop!” she cried, the<br />
pleas scratching at her throat.<br />
With a sickening sense of dread,<br />
she remembered that she hadn’t told<br />
anyone she was swimming. Her dress<br />
was tied to the lifeline—surely one<br />
of them would see it and realize?<br />
With ragged breathing, she trod<br />
water, watching as the boat motored<br />
farther away into the distance. Panic<br />
sparked and thickened. “Why aren’t<br />
you checking I’m on board?” she<br />
screamed across the empty ocean.<br />
Then a shot of fear pierced her<br />
thoughts.<br />
What if they had?<br />
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Kevin Pritchard photo<br />
Excerpted from Lucy Clarke’s The Blue, which is available in paperback and hardback by Touchstone/Simon & Schuster.<br />
Copyright © 2015 by Lucy Clarke. Reprinted with permission from Touchstone, a Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc.<br />
For more information about Lucy Clarke and her novels, visit www.lucy-clarke.com.<br />
47
Speed of a Dream<br />
WORDS BY JEFF NUNOKAWA<br />
“The ancients believed that Homer was a blind man.”<br />
—Jasper Griffin, Homer on Life and Death<br />
W<br />
hen he was a boy, my father<br />
must have swum without<br />
his glasses. My father<br />
was a surfer when he was young—he<br />
carried a longboard—but once the<br />
glasses grew too thick for him to ever<br />
be without them, he stopped going<br />
into the water. My mother, a problemsolver<br />
by nature, tried to persuade him<br />
to get goggles with corrective lenses,<br />
but such a concession to his handicap<br />
was a nonstarter for my father. He was<br />
annoyed by the very suggestion, just<br />
as he was, years later, by his second<br />
wife’s proposal that he give one of<br />
those “low vision” centers a try.<br />
By the time I knew him, all his<br />
surfing was done by his sons. (My<br />
sister surfed too, a lot better than I<br />
did, but she was a special case—more<br />
of a civilian, or a one-girl auxiliary<br />
unit.) My brother and I would be<br />
ordered into the water, where we got<br />
our basic training shouted to us from<br />
shore. It was actually a lot more fun<br />
than it sounds—good fun, as the kids<br />
used to say where I grew up. Once<br />
we learned the rules of engagement<br />
with the surf, we knew how to turn a<br />
roaring enemy into a friendly force<br />
that would carry us, at the speed of a<br />
dream, all the way in from all the way<br />
out. He taught us the tricks we needed<br />
to know to defend ourselves against<br />
its wily ways; worst case scenario:<br />
you could always dive down and<br />
wait for the wave to pass over you.<br />
Of course there was that one time<br />
my little brother, who’s a whole lot<br />
braver than I am, did something<br />
stupid that required my father to<br />
jump in and save him from a broken<br />
neck or drowning. (My father knows<br />
the swiftness of the windy-dark<br />
tides.) My father calculated how<br />
little time he had to extricate my<br />
brother from the danger that would<br />
have brought him down forever, and<br />
he acted accordingly, sacrificing<br />
his glasses to the operation.<br />
With his glasses lost, he was<br />
blind. The rest of the day was pretty<br />
miserable for all of us—my mother<br />
had to lead him around, till he could<br />
get new glasses (for some reason he<br />
had no backups). It was a Sunday, and<br />
there was no way to get my father a<br />
new pair of glasses till tomorrow. True<br />
to form, he made himself as unlovely<br />
as possible, effortlessly assuming the<br />
Unfair, Grecian Attitude of a blind, illtempered<br />
tyrant, whose sight no one<br />
could stand. I thought his only motive<br />
was to ruin everyone's day of rest.<br />
But that was only once. All the<br />
other times were pretty smooth<br />
surfing. If we wiped out on one<br />
wave, that was OK. We knew to just<br />
get up and go for the next one.<br />
After a while, with the occasional<br />
exception, when we went too far or<br />
not far enough, our father’s voice<br />
disappeared in the sound of the surf<br />
and in the feeling of jet propulsion and<br />
in the sense of our own strength in the<br />
face the waves. I never became a real<br />
surfer—not like my board-certified<br />
brother. <strong>Now</strong> though, when I write,<br />
and the words and my fear for them<br />
come at me like a tide that threatens<br />
to rip me apart, I remember a basically<br />
blind man shouting me into believing<br />
that I could never be silenced by<br />
anything a wave had to say.<br />
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Jeff Nunokawa teaches English Literature at Princeton University. He writes an essay every day, often in the hours around sunrise. The topics<br />
include literature, philosophy, his mother’s dog, and his childhood in Hawaii. The style is a combination of opposites: conversational yet academic,<br />
confessional yet universal. Nunokawa is also the author of Note Book, a 325-page collection of these essays, published in hardcover on April 27, 2015<br />
by Princeton University Press. For more information about Nunokawa and to read more of his writing, visit facebook.com/jeff.nunokawa.<br />
49
Waiting<br />
Games<br />
WORDS BY ALEX PAPAZIAN<br />
PHOTOS BY JOHN CARTER/<br />
PWAWORLDTOUR.COM<br />
W<br />
hen people find out I grew up in Hawaii, they ask,<br />
“Do you surf?” The problem is I’m not a surfer, so<br />
I must choose between being dishonest and being<br />
disappointing. A guy from Hawaii saying “No, I don’t surf”<br />
is roughly equivalent to an NBA player saying “No, I don’t<br />
dunk”; it diminishes whatever sheen there might have been.<br />
Sometimes—most times, really—I answer with a Clintonian<br />
triangulation: “Sure, I surf, sometimes, but it’s not a<br />
main hobby,” or even “Well, yes, but also no. To be a surfer in<br />
Hawaii means you’re basically pro. I’m definitely not pro.”<br />
I like windsurfing better than surfing, even though I<br />
have only tried it twice. Hauling up the sail when I dropped<br />
it was the worst part. A strenuous and humiliating task:<br />
squat, mind your balance, and tug at the submerged sail,<br />
which seemingly tugs right back on you. Mostly, the sail<br />
wins, leaving you in the water, struggling and slipping like<br />
a toddler to climb back on the board so you can get back<br />
to squatter’s tug-of-war. But once up, with the sail under<br />
my command, I was whipping across the water with all the<br />
wind’s power in my hands. And there is a cognitive challenge<br />
in addition to the physical one; reading the wind,<br />
becoming one with it, adds so many layers of complexity.<br />
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Alex Papazian recently finished a masters in Philosophy of Economics at the London School of Economics. He currently<br />
lives between Maui and London while he looks for a job. To offer Alex a job, email him at alexander.papazian@gmail.com.<br />
51
(WAITING GAMES)<br />
This past autumn, I visited the<br />
PWA World Tour in Denmark<br />
and Germany to see my friend,<br />
Graham [Ezzy], compete. We drove<br />
from Hamburg to the upper reaches of<br />
remote Denmark. Since our iPhones<br />
no longer had service across the<br />
border, we used old-fashioned fold-out<br />
maps in conjunction with the road<br />
signs. This was especially laborious<br />
because the Danish towns had names<br />
like “Vejle” and “Middelfart”—either<br />
impossible to pronounce or impossible<br />
to stop saying. And, of course, we were<br />
heading to a town called Klitmøller,<br />
pronounced roughly like “Clit-Mauler.”<br />
To compensate for these challenges,<br />
I took photos of the map with my<br />
iPhone, so I could look at the route<br />
with the familiar comfort of a screen.<br />
We arrived at night, picking up the<br />
keys for the rental from a lockbox<br />
attached to the side of a small warehouse<br />
building. The night was foggy<br />
and very dark. A single tall street lamp,<br />
or rather parking lot lamp, or perhaps<br />
even a town lamp, emitted a weak orange<br />
light that was losing the struggle<br />
against the fog. The town felt empty,<br />
but the roads and buildings were wellkept,<br />
as if the town were not simply<br />
left behind but entirely artificial. It was<br />
a strange form of creepiness. Before<br />
the trip, Graham described Klitmøller<br />
to me like this: You can leave the<br />
front door unlocked at night and<br />
feel confident in your safety and the<br />
security of your belongings, but you<br />
can’t escape the suspicion that there is<br />
a torture chamber in someone’s cellar.<br />
All the people are friendly, but<br />
friendliness is not the loudest feature<br />
of each day. Rather, it is a distant-relative<br />
kind of friendliness: enough talk<br />
to establish warm civility, and no more.<br />
The first windsurfing-related activity<br />
was in the gear tent, which served<br />
as the main base at the competition.<br />
The weather was uncooperative, so<br />
the tent was also a shelter. Here, the<br />
sailors saw each other for the first<br />
time, caught up, and set up their rigs.<br />
They made for a jolly bunch, yet it<br />
was not hard to detect the sizing-up<br />
between competitors. Scattering<br />
gazes quickly measured sail sizes,<br />
and much of the catching up was a<br />
comparison of recent accomplishments.<br />
When the rigs were ready to<br />
go, the next step was to wait for the<br />
proper conditions to materialize.<br />
I had excellent—even, I thought at<br />
the time, superlative—soft ice cream<br />
at a restaurant near the ocean. It was<br />
unflavored: just sweetened cream,<br />
making the idea of flavored ice cream<br />
seem gaudy, unnecessary and a superfluous<br />
concession to the unrefined<br />
palates of the unsophisticated, like<br />
marshmallow vodka. We drove up the<br />
coast a short distance, beyond a fish<br />
packaging plant, which emitted an<br />
Awestruck, we<br />
stopped the car in<br />
the middle of the<br />
highway, got out,<br />
and enjoyed a few<br />
minutes of taking<br />
pictures and<br />
admiring the view.<br />
uniquely, unforgivingly offensive odor.<br />
It too looked abandoned, but I concluded<br />
that it could not be because in<br />
general, such a stench requires recent<br />
activity. On the drive back, we came<br />
upon an immense rainbow. Awestruck,<br />
we stopped the car in the middle of<br />
the highway, got out, and enjoyed a<br />
few minutes of taking pictures and<br />
admiring the view. Then we drove<br />
back to Klitmøller. This concludes the<br />
list of activities during the five days of<br />
waiting for the competition to run.<br />
Which is to say, there was much<br />
waiting around. Every sport has more<br />
to it than what may be observed during<br />
the spectacle of competition. Athletes<br />
spend their time in various ancillary<br />
activities, which can sometimes be<br />
more time-consuming than any other<br />
part of the sport. American football is<br />
a weightlifting profession as much as it<br />
is anything else; professional cycling,<br />
from what I gather, is really competitive<br />
clandestine biotechnology. There<br />
are two contenders for the “sport-within-the-sport”<br />
of windsurfing: traveling<br />
and waiting. If you consider the list<br />
of professions required to visit places<br />
like Madagascar, Northern Denmark,<br />
Western Australia, North Africa, and<br />
Hawaii, you will find a small group<br />
of diplomats, oil explorers, and…<br />
windsurfers. They’re always traveling—true<br />
nomads. But, even more<br />
than traveling, windsurfers wait.<br />
Waiting requires focus and concentration;<br />
otherwise, it is too<br />
maddening. Wake up, check the<br />
weather forecast. Bad conditions.<br />
Walk to the beach to double-check<br />
the forecast: indeed, bad conditions.<br />
Walk up and down the beach, taking<br />
careful account of the badness of the<br />
conditions. Meet other competitors,<br />
similarly engaged on the beach.<br />
Lament the bad conditions. Speculate<br />
on the duration of the doldrums and<br />
on the accuracy of the forecasts. It is<br />
now midmorning. Might the conditions<br />
change in the afternoon? Walk<br />
back to the house, check the weather<br />
forecast. Bad conditions. Repeat.<br />
My experience of the waiting<br />
was strange; I was there merely<br />
as a witness. I wanted to get to<br />
know professional windsurfing,<br />
to watch all aspects of the sport.<br />
Very soon I could see that windsurfing<br />
is, as I have shown, a waiting<br />
game. But, in that case, was I<br />
waiting? Although I certainly had<br />
the time, I could never decide.<br />
The competition started with<br />
decently sized waves, cold, whipping<br />
winds, and a relentless, spraying<br />
rain. Klitmøller’s beach is likely a<br />
pleasant place in nice weather, but<br />
this thought required all powers of<br />
imagination in the darkness of the<br />
storm. The sand was wet and gravelly,<br />
spotted with rocks shaped for the<br />
purpose of causing people to stumble.<br />
The sea was a bruised body of browns<br />
and blues, enduring the wind’s abuse.<br />
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The first competition heats began<br />
at seven in the morning, before I was<br />
awake, as if to take revenge on all the<br />
waiting. I arrived at the shore, with<br />
the competition in full swing. The<br />
sailors kept their spare rigs sprawled<br />
on the beach, which reminded me<br />
of the pit stops in Formula 1. The<br />
spare sails seemed to number in the<br />
hundreds, covering a vast area.<br />
An elderly couple strolling the beach<br />
looked curious and confused to see the<br />
cold sand so populated. I hoped they<br />
would appreciate the bright colors of<br />
the sails’ liveries as a source of cheer<br />
and optimism. But my hopes didn’t<br />
last long. As the two walked among the<br />
pit stops, they were suddenly targeted<br />
by a rogue, unharnessed sail, which<br />
was picked up by a gust and flung<br />
downwind. Fortunately, they were not<br />
injured, as someone came quickly to<br />
their rescue. But the episode seemed<br />
to leave them thoroughly discouraged.<br />
The heats ran in quick succession,<br />
and everything happened faster than<br />
I expected it would; I had trouble<br />
keeping up with the outcomes,<br />
the winnowing of the bracket, and<br />
the implications for future rounds<br />
and the championship scoring. I<br />
had to slog through the rain, from<br />
the shoreline to the scoreboard<br />
and back, just to maintain a vague<br />
idea of what was happening. But<br />
every sailor, each a working professional,<br />
knew exactly his place,<br />
time, and competitors’ results.<br />
Between their heats, the sailors<br />
thawed in a hot tub set up near<br />
the judges’ box, with a view of<br />
the competition. At the water’s<br />
edge, I was closer to the action,<br />
but, soaking wet in the cold rain,<br />
I experienced a sickening envy.<br />
Despite the capricious waves,<br />
which couldn’t decide on a consistent<br />
height or direction, Graham<br />
did well, which was very fun to see.<br />
He came up just short in a heat I was<br />
sure he won. <strong>Windsurfing</strong> is a highly<br />
technical sport that requires years of<br />
practice and lots of talent to master.<br />
And in competition, it is game of<br />
chance as well as a game of skill.<br />
53
(WAITING GAMES)<br />
Back in London a couple weeks<br />
later, I prepared for another<br />
visit to the PWA World Tour. I<br />
returned to Hamburg and, from the<br />
airport, navigated the train system<br />
to Sylt: Westerland. Arriving in the<br />
evening, I could already tell this was<br />
going to be a different PWA experience.<br />
Upon exiting the train station, I<br />
found a place among gigantic turquoise<br />
sculptures of what appeared to<br />
be a family of Shreks in the unfortunate<br />
and permanent position of being<br />
blown over by a strong wind. A Ferrari<br />
passed by; a woman sauntered across<br />
the street wearing beige leggings<br />
and Frye boots; a Porsche growled<br />
to life. I walked through the clean,<br />
well-lit streets in happy anticipation.<br />
The beach was an extended, sparkling<br />
strip of white sand. The sun<br />
shone brightly in a cloudless sky.<br />
There was a huge production set up<br />
for the PWA: an enormous tent full<br />
of cooking, eating, and drinking.<br />
Everyone was in the spirit of vacation<br />
and entertainment. The windsurfers<br />
were putting on not just a competition<br />
for the connoisseurs, but a show for<br />
the masses. They were celebrities.<br />
Despite the implications of the windblown<br />
sculptures in front of the train<br />
station, wind and its ally, the waves,<br />
were absent. Waiting was upon us. But<br />
the weather was sunny and relatively<br />
warm—great for leisure. The first<br />
night, we went to a party sponsored by<br />
a clothing brand called Jaklar at a strip<br />
club called Zed 1. We descended into a<br />
small basement filled with windsurfers,<br />
male and female, who, as a rule,<br />
have long hair made lighter and frizzier<br />
by sun and sea, and are permanently<br />
tanned so that their skin is wrinkled<br />
beyond their years. They make for a<br />
jovial, unpretentious group that, given<br />
the resemblance among its members,<br />
appears to be an extended family.<br />
The next day, we went on a bike<br />
ride from Westerland to List, the<br />
northernmost town in Germany.<br />
The dedicated bicycle path wound<br />
through neighborhoods with the<br />
characteristic architecture Sylt is<br />
known for. High-peaked, thatched<br />
roofs hung low to the ground, hiding<br />
the brick walls, like a hood pulled low<br />
over a face. This gave the impression<br />
of cozy interiors—but also a kind of<br />
exclusivity. The new homes being<br />
built were all in the same style, but<br />
the reeds of the new roofs were a<br />
lighter, golden brown, and they were<br />
in a uniform shape unburdened by<br />
weather. They looked like cheap<br />
impersonations. But apparently, in<br />
less than a year, the new reeds take<br />
on the old, grizzled look so prized.<br />
Farther away from the town of<br />
Westerland, fewer houses could be<br />
seen, and then we were completely<br />
surrounded by Sylt’s barren landscape.<br />
The vegetation, dark green<br />
and brown, was a mix of shrubs and<br />
grasses huddled low against the<br />
wind. The landscape was all low hills,<br />
extending into the foggy distance.<br />
At one point, we came across a lake<br />
"I began to pity the<br />
lake, orphaned as it<br />
was by the water<br />
that had abandoned<br />
it, and I resented the<br />
fog for trying to cover<br />
up the crime."<br />
with what appeared to be receding<br />
shorelines. Almost all the water was<br />
gone, and only scattered puddles and<br />
damp sand remained in the basin.<br />
We couldn’t see into the distance,<br />
because of the fog. I biked onto the<br />
lake bed and rode across the packed<br />
sand for some time, then got stuck,<br />
which meant I had to drag the bicycle<br />
back out. I was on the lake long<br />
enough to feel a certain intimacy with<br />
it. I began to pity the lake, orphaned<br />
as it was by the water that had abandoned<br />
it, and I resented the fog for<br />
trying to cover up the crime. (Editor’s<br />
note: It was just the sea at low tide.)<br />
For dinner one night, we went to<br />
Shirobar for sushi, or, as Germans<br />
incorrectly but charmingly pronounce<br />
it, “zooshie.” We had several<br />
dishes in concert; in each instance,<br />
the quality was supreme and the<br />
composition elegant. For dessert,<br />
the chef brought out ice cream that<br />
was homemade with milk from Sylt<br />
cows. The scoops were a warm, golden<br />
color. The chef told us the flavor—<br />
caramel soy sauce—and returned<br />
to the kitchen. I was skeptical of soy<br />
sauce in ice cream, but I figured at<br />
least it wouldn’t contrast with the<br />
sushi flavors still fresh on my palate.<br />
Each bite began with refreshing<br />
coolness. Then the caramel came to<br />
life, a sweetening second act that combined<br />
perfectly with the soft texture,<br />
accented with sugar crystals. Admiring<br />
this flawless execution, one would be<br />
forgiven for forgetting the other flavor.<br />
But the chef had thought of this, and in<br />
the final moments, the dénouement arrived:<br />
the taste of soy sauce, contrasting<br />
and enhancing the caramel and<br />
leaving a combined, perfectly unique<br />
flavor. I felt like an expert gourmet,<br />
able to distinguish the finest flavors;<br />
a master composer appreciating each<br />
individual contribution to the symphony.<br />
I wanted more and nothing else.<br />
Like pizza, ice cream is uniformly<br />
satisfying. Premium ice cream is<br />
distinct for its quality, but because<br />
ice cream is always quite good, it is<br />
difficult to astonish someone with the<br />
greatness of a particular ice cream.<br />
Yet, we were utterly stunned with this<br />
ice cream, to the point of momentary<br />
speechlessness and deafness.<br />
It was so good, so much better than<br />
anything else in the world that it became<br />
a paradox. Being so far superior<br />
to any other ice cream imaginable,<br />
could it really be ice cream? Yes and<br />
no. I was reminded of Oscar Wilde’s<br />
remark that a truth in art is that whose<br />
contradictory is also true. With that<br />
ice cream, we were dealing with art.<br />
The wave competition didn’t run<br />
because the proper conditions didn’t<br />
materialize. But so much of the professional<br />
windsurfing experience did<br />
occur, in finding ways to wait around.<br />
We partied, discovered restaurants,<br />
befriended the locals, and explored<br />
the surrounding nature. Come for the<br />
windsurfing, stay for the ice cream.<br />
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Alex Papazian recently finished a masters in Philosophy of Economics at the London School of Economics. He currently lives<br />
between Maui and London while he looks for a job. To offer Alex a job, email him at alexander.papazian@gmail.com.<br />
55
Waiting for<br />
P.T. Barnum<br />
WORDS AND PHOTOS BY CLARK MERRITT<br />
Sometime in early March there<br />
began quite a hustle and bustle<br />
about holding a major international<br />
windsurfing contest in Punta<br />
San Carlos, Baja. Negotiations were fast<br />
and furious between PWA organizers<br />
and Solo Sports, the current landlord<br />
of PSC. There were information leaks,<br />
which promptly took the high-speed<br />
onramp to the Internet News Groups<br />
and Chatrooms, et cetera, et cetera.<br />
This was not the first time a competition<br />
had been considered. Two years<br />
before, the exact same proposition met<br />
stiff opposition by a host of San Carlos<br />
regulars and then-new land manager,<br />
Solo Sports owner, Kevin Trejo.<br />
There were harsh critics this time<br />
too—with all the same arguments and<br />
doomsday predictions—but somehow,<br />
as if by providence, a deal was<br />
struck and the contest was scheduled<br />
for March 30 to April 6, 1999.<br />
Tensions ran high but were suspiciously<br />
void of the previous threats of<br />
vandalism and violence. A consensus<br />
showed either complete contempt or<br />
total apathy. Those adamantly opposed<br />
referred to Kevin Trejo’s shift in<br />
positioning as “Betrejo-ing the Point.”<br />
Punta San Carlos held (and still holds)<br />
a place of spirituality to most, and<br />
the thought of an event there seemed<br />
downright sacrilegious. The PWA<br />
organizers planned a careful strategy to<br />
acknowledge and respect the sanctity.<br />
Amidst the flurries of venomous<br />
e-mails about the PWA apocalypse,<br />
a decision was made by some closeknit<br />
devotees to visit the carnage<br />
firsthand. There were consultations<br />
and such with the mystics at www.<br />
subgenius.com, and a sign was<br />
delivered in the form of an image of a<br />
Dobbs head complete with sombrero.<br />
It was discovered on the lid of our<br />
ZuZu’s Pizza box, composed of sauce<br />
and cheese—truly a cosmic experience<br />
and all the justification we needed for<br />
a sortie to Armageddon. That night,<br />
I dreamed I was a willing, smiling<br />
participant in a 1950’s army nuclear<br />
bomb test, not in Nevada but in the<br />
San Carlos’ desert. The blast came<br />
from the point and none of the PWA<br />
participants had a clue. The bomb<br />
went off with bright, white light, and<br />
instantly we were all Soupy Sales-ed<br />
with cream pies. Whoa. No more<br />
loaded pizza for me after 10 p.m.<br />
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57
Enter Fauquier the Magnificent<br />
(WAITING FOR P.T. BARNUM)<br />
I<br />
had never before traveled to Baja<br />
with Mr. Rod Johnson, Special<br />
Events Editor for a chic boutique,<br />
micro, sports magazine. (They were<br />
in fact the only publication willing<br />
to foot at least half of my expenses<br />
and pay a nominal fee—and<br />
that’s important to my taxman.) I<br />
jumped at the chance to freelance<br />
this assignment with Mr. Johnson,<br />
an avid Hunter Thompson fan and<br />
literary provocateur of measurable<br />
continence (whatever that means).<br />
Mr. Johnson and I met halfway<br />
between Malibu and Huntington<br />
Beach to properly split the travel<br />
expenses. (Long gone are the days of<br />
bulging magazine expense accounts.<br />
Born too late again! Oh well, Reader’s<br />
Digest rejected all of my diatribes<br />
and consternations, so I guess it is<br />
this assignment or the Huntington<br />
Beach Weekly Reader public opinion<br />
poll.) Mr. Johnson, a Mediterranean<br />
food aficionado settled for a little<br />
French Moroccan joint out by LAX,<br />
appropriately named Le Kasbah. I<br />
never knew French Moroccan was<br />
considered Mediterranean. After a<br />
little Tabasco and saltines, who cares.<br />
Le Kasbah was one of those retro<br />
movie bar/restaurants, complete<br />
with a Bogie look-alike who sat at<br />
the bar most of the evening nursing<br />
his virgin tonic-and-lime and chain<br />
smoking filterless clove cigarettes.<br />
Twice during the evening, Bogie<br />
slid off his bar stool, slithered over<br />
to the Dooley look-a-like playing<br />
piano across the room, and uttered<br />
those infamous most misquoted<br />
words: “Play it again, Sam.”<br />
Tonight was going to be very different<br />
for the bit players, ourselves,<br />
and a new character none of us yet<br />
knew. As if by some interplanetary<br />
convergence, a complex action of<br />
collisions was about to change our<br />
lives forever. As Bogie slid off his<br />
bar stool to make his rounds to the<br />
piano, a tall, dark and curious looking<br />
fellow with a rather large French-style<br />
proboscis walked backwards carefully<br />
studying the ceiling décor. Mr.<br />
Johnson and I heatedly debated the<br />
virtues of fresh tortellini versus dry<br />
when Bogie and the man connected,<br />
sending them both careening over<br />
our table. Drinks, dinner, and an<br />
ornate breadbasket went flying. The<br />
table collapsed as Mr. Johnson and<br />
I fell backwards onto the floor. The<br />
management and staff suddenly surrounded<br />
us. Dinners were immediately<br />
comped; Bogie was sent home for<br />
the evening with accusations of yet<br />
again spiking his tonics, and introductions<br />
were made to and from the<br />
mystery man, Monet Della Fauquier.<br />
We invited Monet to join us at our<br />
new table. Monet was a pro windsurfer<br />
of inherited means from the<br />
now-defunct provence of French<br />
Ghana and directly descended from<br />
Frenchmen incarcerated at Devil’s<br />
Island on trumped up charges. Monet<br />
wore very thick, circular, wirerimmed<br />
spectacles. Even corrected,<br />
his vision fell below 20/20. The<br />
glasses were dwarfed by the sheer<br />
size of his nose, and he sometimes<br />
tilted his head back, squinting to<br />
catch a more definitive view of his<br />
interest. In the white wrinkled<br />
linen suit, he looked Fellini-esque.<br />
He had just arrived in Los Angeles<br />
with hopes of competing in the San<br />
Carlos PWA event. With a very thick<br />
French accent, he told us that he<br />
stored his gear at LAX while sourcing<br />
out a car and directions. He was<br />
having trouble finding a company<br />
to rent him a vehicle for travel into<br />
Mexico. Mr. Johnson invited him to<br />
stay at my house and volunteered me<br />
to bring him with us to San Carlos.<br />
Was Mr. Johnson really my Dr. Gonzo?<br />
My acceptance of this new plan<br />
was purely an afterthought. It was<br />
three days before our departure,<br />
and a rare blue moon was predicted<br />
to appear during our journey. The<br />
last time a similar blue stellar event<br />
had occurred was over one hundred<br />
fifty years before. Befitting set of<br />
circumstances for a cosmic misadventure,<br />
don’t you think?<br />
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Driving Miss Dizzy<br />
We armed ourselves with<br />
laptops, cameras and<br />
film, batteries, tequila,<br />
rum, more batteries, six cases of<br />
Tecate beer, twenty-three emergency<br />
marine flares, still more batteries,<br />
and one canned supermodel blowup<br />
doll. Any other recreations would<br />
be dug up in the desert. My traveling<br />
partners, right out of a Joseph<br />
Conrad novel, knew the significance<br />
of this event, and it was clear to all<br />
that history was in the making… or<br />
was it taking? San Carlos was about<br />
to lose its virginity at the hands of a<br />
well-seasoned pro, thusly we required<br />
a ringside seat with hot dogs and beer<br />
tenders at the beckon. Very prolific<br />
and a little kinky! Whip! Crack!<br />
Pass me the Grey Poupon, please.<br />
MARCH 31<br />
On the road since 2:00 a.m., I drove<br />
on three hours sleep. The Melissa<br />
and Papa viruses manifested themselves<br />
in the computers in my office<br />
on the day we were to leave. I was<br />
the MIS manager, so this situation<br />
delayed me six hours. I normally<br />
pre-plan my Baja food menu for the<br />
week. With the addition of Fauquier’s<br />
exotic dietary needs, our pre-planning<br />
became totally irrelevant.<br />
With no time to revise the menu, a<br />
Costco sweep netted more food than<br />
we could possibly eat in a month of<br />
continuous feasts. Loading the truck<br />
was reduced to: throw it in, throw it<br />
on, and pray to St. Christopher later. I<br />
unwittingly turned my back on all of<br />
those precious Baja tenets of wisdom<br />
hard learned over the years, and I<br />
anticipated a nasty whipping by Baja<br />
fate. I prayed my past benevolences to<br />
other travelers would not be forgotten.<br />
At 11:00 p.m., I fell into an uneasy<br />
sleep with horrific dreams of travel<br />
woes and mechanical breakdowns.<br />
At a Denny’s in San Ysidro, our<br />
breakfast fare was predictable with<br />
an added touch of ambiance to the<br />
room, serenaded by a door alarm<br />
that the manager could not turn<br />
off. With his thick French accent,<br />
Fauquier questioned the now-veryagitated-by-the-alarm<br />
Manager about<br />
why Americans call his breakfast<br />
“French Toast.” The manager short<br />
on patience, long-armed us to the<br />
door with a “le me esplain” and<br />
nudged us off to Nunca, Nunca Land.<br />
As we left the border and entered<br />
Mexico, it dawned on me to ask<br />
Fauquier if he had his passport. He<br />
did not. The roulette wheel of Baja<br />
fortune slowed toward my red number<br />
13. It had rained from Rosarito<br />
to Colonet, and driving conditions<br />
were tedious. Fauquier amused us<br />
with stories of his opulent life in<br />
the tropics. Little did I know that<br />
his thick French inflection would<br />
lull me into a hypnotic trance.<br />
At Camalu, I dozed off doing<br />
seventy miles-per-hour down MEX<br />
1 highway. As I drifted over to the<br />
opposing lane, we narrowly missed a<br />
head-on with a Baja bus, taking five<br />
years off my companions’ lives. I believe<br />
Fauquier soiled his shorts over<br />
the whole episode. Cramped in the<br />
cab of my truck, the rest of the southbound<br />
drive was miserable. This<br />
experience was all I needed to keep<br />
me awake for the rest of the drive.<br />
I kept flashing on the scene<br />
from Trains, Planes and Automobiles<br />
when John Candy looks over at<br />
Steve Martin and says, “Gee that<br />
was close.” It was all I could concentrate<br />
on to preserve my sanity;<br />
I disguised a nervous chuckle as<br />
a cough. My gut was perpetually<br />
wrenched—something that only a<br />
few Tecates would remedy—but I<br />
dared not ask my now silent companions,<br />
who were mentally putting<br />
their last wills and testaments<br />
together, to crack open the cooler.<br />
When we finally reached the<br />
dirt road to San Carlos, we double-checked<br />
the boards on the roof<br />
while consuming a six-pack in less<br />
than three minutes, which put our<br />
spirits back on track but did nothing<br />
for ensuring the security of<br />
the gear. Somewhere on the road,<br />
we lost our AstroTurf carpeting.<br />
A week later, on the way back out<br />
to the highway, it was gone—now,<br />
no doubt, a lovely compliment<br />
to some local’s adobe abode.<br />
APRIL 1ST<br />
We picked a lovely sloping cliffside<br />
plot of ground within stone’s throw<br />
of the Solo Sports Campo and PWA<br />
Central. (We never threw any—honest!—although<br />
we were heavily<br />
bribed to do so). Frayed and frazzled<br />
by the turmoils of the trip we decide<br />
to surf first, setup camp later. This<br />
morsel of wisdom made famous by<br />
Dr. Trumbo was challenged later<br />
that evening when a violent rainstorm<br />
hammered our tent to the<br />
ground. It was utter chaos trying to<br />
fix the tent in the dark while being<br />
pounded by 30-knot winds and rain.<br />
The next morning, we had a small<br />
duck pond in the low end of the tent,<br />
christened Lake Fauquier Bayou in<br />
honor of its shoreline resident.<br />
Meanwhile the contest commenced<br />
without a hitch. Messrs. Farkle, our<br />
latest nickname for Fauquier, was<br />
devastated upon learning that despite<br />
all of his credentials and healthy trust<br />
fund, he could not enter the PWA<br />
contest. This news set him off on a<br />
drinking binge that depleted us of<br />
all our inebriates within two days.<br />
Mr. Johnson tried in vain to extract<br />
any contest information from the<br />
organizers but their lips were ever<br />
so politely sealed. The contestants<br />
must also have been sworn to<br />
secrecy because when we asked them<br />
what was going on, they admitted<br />
that they were just as confused as<br />
we were. Outward appearances<br />
indicated all was well; although, we<br />
had nothing to compare it to.<br />
59
The Tempest Begs an Encore<br />
(WAITING FOR P.T. BARNUM)<br />
On our second night, there are<br />
toasts and salutations mixed<br />
in with a host of chastisements<br />
for my almost-fatal of faux pas on the<br />
highway. In a much-lifted spiritual state,<br />
we finally settled down for the evening<br />
only to be nailed to the floor by another<br />
raging torrential rainstorm. In a state<br />
of delirium from alcohol and other inebriates,<br />
Farkle found the marine flares<br />
at the height of the tempest. He wildly<br />
launched them in all directions except<br />
the most appropriate—straight up.<br />
Imagining himself as a courageous<br />
nineteenth century sea captain, he<br />
shouted orders in French to an imaginary<br />
crew of his sinking ship. We<br />
wrestled the gun away from him and<br />
lectured him on the virtues of gun<br />
safety and substance abuse. He was too<br />
far gone to understand, and within a<br />
few moments he found another gun,<br />
and in defiance of our wishes, fired a<br />
flare within the confines of the tent.<br />
Quick-witted Mr. Johnson grabbed<br />
the writhing flare with salad tongs<br />
and pitched it outside the tent. We<br />
banished Capt. Farkle—as he was then<br />
called—to Fauquier Swamp at the<br />
low end of the tent. Mr. Johnson and I<br />
cultivated quite a case of Francophobia.<br />
APRIL 2 Information about the contest<br />
was still sketchy, but we postulated<br />
that the contest was going well. At<br />
noon, I went for a beer and discovered<br />
that we were completely dry. That rat<br />
bastard Capt. Farkle—down at the<br />
point completely looped—shouted<br />
French obscenities at the contestants<br />
and exposed his privates in a lascivious<br />
gyrating manner best kept to the techno<br />
acid romps of the late night L.A. Club<br />
scene. The contest personnel were very<br />
tolerant and considered these antics<br />
as entertainment. I was not amused.<br />
By nine that evening, all was quite,<br />
and we were lulled to sleep by the<br />
nearby contestants crooning Kumbaya<br />
around their well-manicured campfire.<br />
That quickly faded, replaced by a PA<br />
broadcast of a satellite TV station porno<br />
movie, compliments of our mad-scientist/musician<br />
neighbor in a blue<br />
mini-strato bus. Our dreams were filled<br />
with gorgeous pro women windsurfers<br />
sailing in frilly French teddies. Ooo la la!<br />
APRIL 3 Mr. Johnson and I quizzed<br />
the contestants on a number of<br />
subjects. Friendly and concerned<br />
about preserving the Baja experience<br />
at Punta San Carlos, they referenced<br />
the contest motto: “Baja with Respect.”<br />
We also quizzed the non-contestants<br />
about the impact of the event on the<br />
Punta. All comments were positive.<br />
The traveling pros mingled with the<br />
campers, sharing stories, rigging<br />
tips and the like. There was way too<br />
much Kumbaya. Even Capt. Farkle<br />
shared some of his most coveted<br />
and prized speedsailing tips with a<br />
group of mesmerized pros. I spent<br />
my time searching for a beer—not<br />
that I needed one. But I was tired of<br />
Fruit Punch Gatorade and Nyquil.<br />
We still did not have a full grasp on<br />
where the contest was going. Capt.<br />
Farkle struck a deal with the local<br />
fishermen for a ride into El Rosario for<br />
supplies: beer, rum, tequila and beer.<br />
He was not seen for two days. Life was<br />
sweet but very mundane in his absence.<br />
APRIL 4 The water was a modest<br />
52 degrees. Most of the contestants<br />
wore neither booties nor gloves. A<br />
handful wore short sleeve wetsuits.<br />
No one complained about the freezing<br />
conditions. Mr. Johnson gave up trying<br />
to decipher the contest results. He was<br />
promised e-mails of contest activities,<br />
which, to this day, he has not received.<br />
Still the vibe was good with Solo<br />
Sports and the PWA. There were no<br />
negative incidents between contestants<br />
and non-contestants. Maybe all<br />
the fuss was the fear of fear itself.<br />
I met Glenn Dubock, a photographer<br />
who worked independently with<br />
the same magazine but whom I had<br />
not before met. We talked for ten<br />
hours, and I took back all the mean,<br />
petty, jealous things I used to say<br />
about him. Well, almost all of them.<br />
APRIL 5 The last day of the contest:<br />
finals day. Capt. Farkle returned from El<br />
Rosario thoroughly french-fried. Instead<br />
of the promised truckload of booze, he<br />
slid into camp virtually unnoticed with<br />
three six-packs and a half-empty bottle<br />
of Tequila. Who knows what he had been<br />
into or up to? We later learned that Capt.<br />
Farkle intended to steal a contestant<br />
jersey and rig and sail in a heat.<br />
Mr. Johnson and I took our positions<br />
at the point for a day of photographing<br />
the powerhouse surfsailing. We were not<br />
disappointed. The PWA performances<br />
were spectacular. No set wave went<br />
unridden. Kevin and Matt Pritchard, Nik<br />
Baker, and Jason Polokow all shredded.<br />
I was painfully prudent about<br />
putting the hammer down on the<br />
motor drive. Twenty-five feet away,<br />
Glenn’s motor drive smoked. He shot<br />
four rolls of film to every roll I shot.<br />
Mr. Johnson promised that one day<br />
I too would shoot with impunity.<br />
No one noticed Capt. Farkle’s entrance<br />
into the contest arena. He blended<br />
into the pack until a set gave him the<br />
perfect opportunity to shine. Everything<br />
worked out for his finest fifteen<br />
seconds of fame. He drove hard off<br />
the bottom into the left bowl, which<br />
jacked up just as the lip broke. Swoosh!<br />
He flew out in front of the wave in a<br />
twenty-foot-high, one handed, head<br />
cocked back aerial. He floated down<br />
with a perfect three-point landing<br />
and sailed off toward the Fish Camp.<br />
Everyone on the point—including<br />
the judges—stood and cheered. Their<br />
acknowledgements were short-lived<br />
as interests diverted to Jason Polakow<br />
entering the bay on a rare mast-high<br />
wave. A combined total of 78 frames of<br />
film were taken by the small group of<br />
photographers on this one wave alone.<br />
Polokow secured a clean first place<br />
with Nik Baker second. Mr. Johnson and<br />
I, along with the other spectators, ranked<br />
Kevin and Matt Pritchard at a clean<br />
third and fourth. The judges disagreed<br />
and put Björn Dunkerbeck in third with<br />
Kevin and Matt as fourth and fifth. They<br />
must have seen something we missed.<br />
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Evening Festiments<br />
At the closing ceremony, the<br />
publisher of Generic Sailboarder<br />
awarded Polakow<br />
the first annual Generic Sailboarder<br />
Sailor of the Year Award, which<br />
came with a canned supermodel<br />
blow-up doll. Jason disappeared<br />
with his new friend for a night<br />
on the town, San Carlos style.<br />
Capt. Farkle, satisfied with completing<br />
his mission, dazzled the<br />
crowd with an impressive display<br />
of emergency marine flares and<br />
colorful French obscenities. It appeared<br />
that the organizers forgave<br />
him of his most heinous crime of<br />
crashing the contest. Mr. Johnson<br />
and I thanked them for that, but the<br />
organizers acted as if they didn’t<br />
know what we were talking about.<br />
APRIL 6 As the morning sun rose<br />
over the mountain, the PWA<br />
contest machine quietly retreated<br />
into the desert bound for the next<br />
contest location. Mr. Johnson and<br />
I stood at the point and observed<br />
the land. All appeared as before—<br />
once again quiet and peaceful. We<br />
observed a strange ship in the<br />
bay. Capt. Farkle feared he had<br />
summoned the Mexican Coast<br />
Guard with the flare fireworks.<br />
He scrambled to collect the spent<br />
shell casings, muttering about<br />
his intense fear of Mexican jail.<br />
EPILOGUE<br />
We went expecting the worst and left<br />
with a good feeling; the event had<br />
not been what the doomsayers had<br />
predicted. As we crept up the line to<br />
the American Border, we encouraged<br />
Farkle to smile and keep his mouth<br />
shut. Without his passport, things<br />
could have been sticky for all of us,<br />
but we lucked out—a disinterested<br />
guard sent us home free. We dropped<br />
Farkle off at LAX. With promises<br />
to write often (at Mr. Johnson’s<br />
request), he left for Fiji, trust fund<br />
checkbook in one hand and the<br />
last emergency flare in the other.<br />
POST-MORTEM<br />
Having hosted a few contests since—<br />
namely the AWT—Punta San Carlos<br />
is still pristine, uncrowded, and damn<br />
near the best wave sailing spot on the<br />
planet. As for Monet Della Fauquier:<br />
he did show up at the point one morning,<br />
saying he returned to dig up something<br />
very valuable he left behind.<br />
Clark Merritt is a surfer, a windsurfer, a<br />
photographer, a rabbit owner, an amateur<br />
anthropologist, and a longtime lover of<br />
Punta San Carlos. He lives in Huntington<br />
Beach but travels to Baja frequently<br />
where he works with SoloSports.<br />
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Seventy-Five Bags<br />
WORDS BY KEVIN PRITCHARD<br />
In the late ’90s, I once checked in<br />
75 board bags on my way home<br />
from Europe to Maui. This was<br />
during a summer of PWA World<br />
Cups, and I had a ticket to fly from<br />
Fuerteventura (FUE) to Frankfurt<br />
(FRA) with an all-night layover before<br />
connecting on to Dallas (DAL), then<br />
to Los Angeles (LAX), and finally<br />
home to Maui (OGG… Maui’s Kahului<br />
airport has the code “OGG” in honor<br />
of Hawaiian aviator Jimmy Hogg).<br />
At that time, my brother Matt and<br />
I were part of The Team, a group of<br />
friends with one goal: beating Björn<br />
Dunkerbeck and ending his 12-year<br />
grip on the Overall World Title, which<br />
I finally accomplished in 2000. The<br />
other racers were PWA chairman<br />
Phil McGain and a mohawked New<br />
Zealander named Scott Fenton.<br />
All of The Team lived on Maui,<br />
but I was the only one going back<br />
home at the end of July; everyone<br />
else planned to stay in Europe for a<br />
couple extra weeks. No one, especially<br />
professional windsurfers, likes<br />
to travel around Europe with board<br />
bags, so I offered to take everyone’s<br />
bags, which was a lot of bags.<br />
Remember that this was back before<br />
the PWA was as specialized as it is now.<br />
We all competed in racing, waves, and<br />
freestyle (currently, Taty Frans is the<br />
only sailor to compete in more than one<br />
discipline: racing and freestyle). <strong>Now</strong>adays,<br />
the PWA disciplines of racing and<br />
freestyle have gear registration rules<br />
and limits, but back then, we could use<br />
anything and have as many boards,<br />
sails, fins, booms, and bases as we<br />
wanted. The Team had 20 bags, and I<br />
planned to bring them all back to Maui.<br />
A couple days before leaving Fuerteventura,<br />
Tiffany Ward (another Maui<br />
pro sailor) asked me, “Hey, could you<br />
also take my bags? I only have two.”<br />
I thought, “Well, I am already<br />
bringing my bags, Matt’s bags,<br />
Scott’s bags, and Phil’s bags. What’s<br />
a couple more board bags next to<br />
a pile of 20?” This was before 9/11<br />
and the TSA, and air travel was<br />
not the stressful affair it is now.<br />
One by one, more and more people<br />
asked me if I could take their bags back<br />
to Maui. And somehow, I had to figure<br />
out how to get 75 bags to the airport.<br />
Fuerteventura is covered in sand<br />
so fine and so deep that if you drop<br />
a screwdriver, it is gone forever. The<br />
constant, strong wind means there is<br />
a haze of sand a few feet high blowing<br />
down the beach at all times, and<br />
this sand gets in everywhere. After<br />
a week of competing in Fuerteventura,<br />
your ears, your hair, your bags,<br />
your everything is full of sand.<br />
We rented a dump truck to carry all<br />
75 bags to the airport. Sand poured off<br />
the bags as we unloaded. I stood in the<br />
entry hall of FUE airport with seventy-five<br />
board bags and piles of sand.<br />
How the heck was I going to check in?<br />
The night before, I had come up<br />
with a plan. I scanned one of the tags<br />
from my flight out of Maui. I changed<br />
the airport codes to my new routing<br />
and printed out 75 baggage tags<br />
all with identical information—the<br />
same bar code and reference number.<br />
What I did not realize at the time<br />
was that each bag tag had the ticket<br />
counter number of ticket agent in<br />
Maui who had checked me in.<br />
In most European airports, FUE<br />
included, the excess baggage needs<br />
to be dropped off at a different area<br />
than the check-in. I checked in normally,<br />
handed over my clothing bag,<br />
and then, with my boarding pass,<br />
brought the 75 bags to the excess<br />
baggage belt, and got on the plane.<br />
At Frankfurt, I saw all the bags<br />
pour out onto the conveyor belt.<br />
I was scared of getting in trouble,<br />
so I grabbed my clothing bag and<br />
went to the airport hotel, leaving<br />
all 75 board bags at the airport.<br />
All I could think about was washing<br />
the sand and dirt from my ears and<br />
eating a nice big German dinner while<br />
reflecting on the competitions that<br />
had just happened. After my meal, the<br />
clean, cozy German bed put me to sleep<br />
without nightmares about the bags.<br />
The next morning, I checked in<br />
my suitcase with the ticket agent<br />
at the American Airlines desk. My<br />
ticket was upgraded to business<br />
class. I waited for the agent to ask me<br />
about my 75 other bags. She did not<br />
ask, and I did not mention them.<br />
At the OGG baggage claim, I<br />
expected to find only the one small<br />
clothing bag. Bam! The doors opened<br />
behind the baggage carousel and<br />
the baggage handlers carried out<br />
board bag after board bag. Fifteen<br />
bags came out. The fake bag tags<br />
had worked for all four flights.<br />
The next day, the ground staff at<br />
OGG called me to say that 30 bags<br />
had arrived and I needed to pick them<br />
up. The next next day, I received<br />
another call about five more of the<br />
bags. This happened for two more<br />
days in a row, and then nothing.<br />
Fifteen bags missing and a week<br />
without calls, the phone rang. “Hello,<br />
Mr. Pritchard, this is the head of<br />
security for American Airlines.<br />
We have a problem. We have 15<br />
bags impounded, all with fraudulent<br />
baggage tags. We would like<br />
to have a phone conference with<br />
you and our lawyers next week.”<br />
I found a lawyer of my own and<br />
came up with an explanation that did<br />
not sound too bad. On the call, I said<br />
that the previous year, the airline had<br />
lost my bags (which was true) and<br />
the self-made bag tags were just to<br />
ensure the bags would make it home.<br />
After my story, there was a pause on<br />
the line, and then: “You scanned our<br />
logo, broke international copyright<br />
laws, broke the baggage laws put in<br />
place by the FAA because you were<br />
worried your bags would be delayed?”<br />
In the end, American Airlines only<br />
cared that they were stuck with 15<br />
big board bags. I had to pay $1,500<br />
for the bags and another $1,500<br />
for administration fees, which,<br />
naturally, I passed on to the sailors<br />
who had given me their bags. As<br />
of today, I have flown 3.57 million<br />
miles on AA without a problem.<br />
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Kevin Pritchard is one of the most accomplished competitive windsurfers in the history of windsurfing, with seven PWA world titles,<br />
an IFCA world title, and an AWT National title to his name. Born in California but living on Maui since he graduated high school,<br />
Kevin has spent his entire adult life living out his passion for windsurfing, a sport he loves today just as much as when he started.<br />
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Robby<br />
Naish<br />
INTERVIEW BY GRAHAM EZZY<br />
PHOTOS BY DARRELL WONG<br />
At eight o’clock on a Friday morning, I met Robby Naish at Baked<br />
On Maui, a Haiku cafe. We separately ordered coffee in to-go cups<br />
and sat opposite each other on one of the cafe’s tables outside.<br />
We talked for two hours, and the following is excerpted from<br />
the recording of that conversation.<br />
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Naish photo<br />
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(INTERVIEW: BOBBY NAISH)<br />
Fish Bowl Diaries photo<br />
How old were you when you moved<br />
to Hawaii? Four when I moved to Kailua.<br />
Born in La Jolla, California. My dad<br />
was a surfer and he had been coming<br />
to Hawaii for years every winter to surf.<br />
Living on the North Shore and surfing.<br />
The first chance he got to get a job in<br />
Hawaii, he took. Teaching school at<br />
Roosevelt High School. When did<br />
you start sailing? Probably seven.<br />
That’s when we started sailing. We<br />
were Hobie 14 state champion six years<br />
in a row and went to the nationals.<br />
My brother Randy (who is a year and<br />
half older) and I got a Hobie 12, which<br />
is that little semi-catamaran mono-haul<br />
Hobie—great little kids boat.<br />
We were always down at Kailua<br />
beach sailing. That is how I met Mike<br />
Horgan and Larry Stanley and those<br />
guys. They were the first windsurfers—hippie<br />
guys. I think there were<br />
six windsurfers in Hawaii at that<br />
point. They set up some buoys and<br />
were trying to do triangle races. They<br />
asked if I wanted to race them with my<br />
Hobie. When was the first time you<br />
actually got on a windsurfer? Then.<br />
That was 1974. And what was the<br />
impression? I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t<br />
pull the sail up. The boom was eight<br />
feet long, and I weighed less than<br />
seventy pounds. I was a scrawny kid.<br />
It was hard, but I loved doing things<br />
that were hard.<br />
Down on the beach on weekends,<br />
they did windsurf lessons and rentals.<br />
Marines would rent and go drifting<br />
downwind. I’d get my practice by<br />
asking if they wanted me to sail the rig<br />
back upwind for them, so they wouldn’t<br />
have to drag it all the way back.<br />
In ’75, I took my life savings and<br />
bought my first windsurfer. How<br />
old were you? I was eleven. Almost<br />
twelve. Three hundred forty dollars<br />
complete. Brand new. That was a<br />
lot of money for an eleven-year-old.<br />
I worked a long time to save up.<br />
Baby sitting. Making jewelry. How<br />
long till you started racing?<br />
I started racing locally right<br />
away. Were you winning? Not at the<br />
very beginning. But pretty quickly.<br />
Was there a lot of crossover from the<br />
Hobie sailing? The windsurfing sailing<br />
then was an Olympic triangle. And<br />
that’s what we did in Hobie’s, so I knew<br />
starting, tactics, and basic sailing rules.<br />
In ’76, we had our Hawaii State<br />
Championships. For events with<br />
more than fifty registered entrants,<br />
Windsurfer International would pay<br />
a flight for the winner to the nationals.<br />
We didn’t have fifty windsurfers<br />
in Hawaii, but we entered dogs and<br />
we made sure we had enough people<br />
so that the winner would get a trip to<br />
Berkeley California for Nationals.<br />
I ended up winning. So off I went.<br />
My parents didn’t go. Luckily some<br />
of the other guys went. They were my<br />
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parents’ age, and they watched out for<br />
me. We stayed at my uncle’s house in<br />
Berkeley. We didn’t have a lot of money<br />
when I was a kid. Three kids—no, four<br />
kids at that point—with a public high<br />
school teacher’s salary. The last year my<br />
dad was teaching, the take-home pay<br />
was eighteen thousand a year. What<br />
school did you go to? I went to Lanikai<br />
Elementary. Kailua Intermediate. One<br />
year at Kalaheo High School. Then my<br />
last three years at Punahou. So public<br />
school until tenth grade. So by the<br />
time you were at Punahou, were<br />
you already—? World Champion?<br />
Yeah. I won in eighth grade, ’76. And<br />
pretty much for the next several years<br />
went from free airfare to free airfare,<br />
winning. Obviously I couldn’t afford to<br />
go anywhere myself. Why Punahou? I<br />
don’t even remember. I was at Kalaheo.<br />
No one even takes books. No one does<br />
their homework. It was nuts how easy<br />
it was. It was lame. I wasn’t learning<br />
anything. Somehow I got an interview<br />
at Punahou, and I didn’t really know<br />
what Punahou was. I went and took the<br />
test. I got in. I think my grandparents<br />
helped pay the tuition. I went there in<br />
tenth grade, and I almost flunked out<br />
because I came from public school. I<br />
didn’t know how to take notes. It was<br />
like going to college. You’d come in<br />
and sit down and the teacher would<br />
just start talking. I eventually figured<br />
it out. Graduated with a 3.8. But that<br />
first year was fricken challenging. Was<br />
the school aware of your competitions?<br />
Yeah, I think was part of<br />
my being able to get in. They were<br />
supportive? Yeah. But back then it was<br />
only a couple events a year. That’s all<br />
there was. You’d go to the championship<br />
and it was one event. It wouldn’t<br />
work how it is today—going to ten<br />
events a year. Could you see whether<br />
windsurfing would have a professional<br />
future? I graduated from high<br />
school the summer of ’81. The winter<br />
before that there was a Maui speed<br />
crossing, which was from Kaanapali to<br />
that island off Molokai and back. Put<br />
on by Arnaud de Rosnay. Remember<br />
him? That was the first ever professional<br />
windsurfing event. What do you<br />
mean by that? Prize money? Prize<br />
money. First prize was a thousand<br />
dollars. And that was a lot of money<br />
in ’81. And I won. Was that your first<br />
paycheck from windsurfing? Yeah,<br />
and I donated it—half to the Unites<br />
States Olympic Committee and half<br />
to my school—to retain my amateur<br />
status because back then you couldn’t<br />
go to the Olympics if you took even one<br />
dollar. Amateur was amateur. At that<br />
point we knew that windsurfing was<br />
going to be in the Olympics in ’84. Half<br />
a year later, you’d just graduated<br />
from high school, and… Yeah, graduated<br />
in ’81. Deferred admissions to UC<br />
Santa Cruz. I decided: I’ll do windsurfing<br />
for a year and see where it goes.<br />
It was ’81 and the Olympics were in<br />
’84. I could go to the Olympic Trials and<br />
have a bad race and not even be the guy<br />
representing the states. Was I really<br />
going to skip an opportunity of turning<br />
pro for a chance that’s so far off? I<br />
was toying with the decision. Going<br />
back and forth and back and forth.<br />
There were just too many if’s connected<br />
with that. So I said, “Fuck it, I’m going<br />
to turn pro.” My first paying sponsor<br />
was O’Neill wetsuits. Signed with Mistral.<br />
Shortly after signed with Quicksilver.<br />
Been with Quicksilver since 1982.<br />
And it just kept going. By the end<br />
of that year, there was the Japan Cup.<br />
Everybody in the world went because<br />
it was a lot of prize money. I won ten<br />
grand first prize. Ten thousand dollars<br />
cash in 1981 was like: “Holy shit! This<br />
was a good decision.” That was the<br />
beginning of the whole thing. Before<br />
that there was no vision. Nothing you<br />
could see as a potential career path.<br />
Those first years, even after you<br />
started getting paid, did you think<br />
it would stop? It was just pure luck<br />
of timing of being in the right place at<br />
the right time. If I was a few years later<br />
in the sport, it wouldn’t have worked.<br />
If I was one year earlier in the sport,<br />
I would have been off to college and<br />
would have missed the whole thing.<br />
I figured it could stop any day. I<br />
was so careful to try to work as hard<br />
as I could both on and off the water. I<br />
knew how lucky I was. I was already<br />
making in that first year more money<br />
than my dad made. I’ve always been<br />
really tight with money. Penny and I’d<br />
stash it. I worked things that way just<br />
in case it stopped, so I would have a<br />
parachute. I’ve lived that way since.<br />
It could all end tomorrow. I’m going<br />
to work really hard because there is<br />
no guarantee of the future. As a pro<br />
athlete you get a knee injury, you’re<br />
done. What were your parents<br />
telling you at that time? In hindsight,<br />
I don’t see how my parents let<br />
me do what I was doing. I was thirteen,<br />
flying to the Bahamas unchaperoned.<br />
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The next year, at fourteen, going off<br />
to Sardinia, Italy by myself. I have no<br />
idea how they let me do that. They had<br />
enough trust that I wasn’t going to<br />
make a bad decision; or get kidnapped.<br />
They weren’t throwing money at me.<br />
They didn’t travel with me. I was off on<br />
my own, running around doing what<br />
I loved, and they just let me do it. It<br />
seems like you had two lives. You<br />
had this whole windsurfing world.<br />
And then the high school life where<br />
you were just a high school kid.<br />
No one even knew what I was doing.<br />
No one windsurfed. “What is it that<br />
you do?” Did you have close friends<br />
in high school? Not really. I had a<br />
lot of older friends—guys that windsurfed—who<br />
weren’t quite my parents<br />
age but close. <strong>Windsurfing</strong> was way<br />
more important to me than going and<br />
hanging out. My brother Randy windsurfed<br />
too—and he was good at it—but<br />
he was way more attracted to hanging<br />
out with his friends, doing what high<br />
school kids do. Getting in trouble and<br />
stuff. Was he ever jealous of your success?<br />
Probably. Yeah. He was successful<br />
too. I got him sponsors for a long time,<br />
piggy-backing on mine. He traveled the<br />
world. He did well. He wasn’t winning.<br />
But he did reasonably well. He made<br />
money. He led a really good life for a<br />
long time. I think he probably wished<br />
he was winning. But winning wasn’t<br />
important to him as it was for me. It<br />
was the process. There are a lot of guys<br />
that go and compete, and maybe inside<br />
they know they’re not going to win,<br />
but they are having a really good time<br />
anyway. And they know they are going<br />
to do this as long as they can. It’s not<br />
about winning; it’s about being there.<br />
For me, it was about winning. If I<br />
didn’t win, I really had a hard time and<br />
I didn’t want to be there. I did whatever<br />
I could to try to win. If I wasn’t as good,<br />
I would have quit and started doing<br />
something else that I was good at.<br />
We just had a different approach.<br />
But he loved it. He was in a really fun<br />
fun time. I mean, everyone on the tour<br />
knew Randy. They still remember him.<br />
You go to South Africa: “Oh, I remember<br />
your brother back in 1984 in the GTI<br />
cup.” He had a lot of fun. He had more<br />
fun off the water than I did. But that’s<br />
alright. So what was your life like<br />
off the water? I was pretty focused. I<br />
got married to my first girlfriend and<br />
had a baby straight out of high school.<br />
I had Nani when I was eighteen.What<br />
was your mindset then? You had<br />
a wife and your daughter Nani to<br />
support. You were making money.<br />
But like you said, you were unsure<br />
of how long it would last. What was<br />
going on in your head? Did you have<br />
moments where you doubted it? No.<br />
No. I never thought I should be doing<br />
something else. I had to keep working<br />
my ass off to make it work. Was it difficult<br />
to be a father so young? I was<br />
really self-centered. I loved being a dad.<br />
I loved being a young dad. I was really<br />
close to my daughter in a friend kind<br />
of way. When she was in high school, I<br />
probably could have been a better "dad"<br />
dad. But that’s not who I was. I was running<br />
around the world doing my thing.<br />
It worked great because her mom was<br />
very responsible. <strong>Now</strong> being an old<br />
dad—I was a dad at 18 and I was a dad<br />
at 40-whatever—it is cool to be able to<br />
experience both. Is there anything<br />
you’re doing differently now? Everything.<br />
Other than still being selfish and<br />
irresponsible. What’s different? You<br />
look at life differently when you’re 53<br />
than when you’re 23. In what way?<br />
What’s changed? That giant clock on<br />
the wall that is just racing along—that<br />
used to be that used to be a tiny clock<br />
that was hardly moving at all. How<br />
fucking fast time goes. You hear that<br />
your whole life when you’re little.<br />
You’re like, really? There is an actual<br />
physical change in the speed of time<br />
when every minute and every hour<br />
of every day becomes a smaller and<br />
smaller fraction of your total existence.<br />
It just starts racing by. That’s the only<br />
real difference in how I look at things<br />
now: the realization that I’m not going<br />
to be around much longer. It might<br />
be another 30 years, but the 30 years<br />
is so quick. Remember sitting in class<br />
watching the clock? Oh my god, could<br />
it go any slower? <strong>Now</strong> it’s 9:00 am, and<br />
then it is noon and you did not even eat<br />
breakfast yet. What do you feel when<br />
you think about mortality and time? A<br />
deeper appreciation of how lucky I’ve<br />
been. I don’t want to be greedy. I’ve had<br />
no issues. If my parents hadn’t moved to<br />
Hawaii and I still lived in California, who<br />
knows what I would be doing. If I didn’t<br />
get into windsurfing… We are really lucky<br />
to live here. I’d rather be homeless on<br />
Maui than be a banker in Chicago. Nothing<br />
against bankers in Chicago. Is there<br />
anything you do to deal with getting<br />
older? I don’t eat real good. I try not to<br />
change anything at all. It’s worked well<br />
so far. I don’t want to change the path too<br />
much. Just trying to stay fit. So go back<br />
to eighteen years old… Professional<br />
windsurfing is just starting. You’re doing<br />
well. But you have a lot of responsibility.<br />
What is your life? Just trying to<br />
make another day. Make another month.<br />
Never really looked more than a month<br />
ahead. I had contracts, but there are outs<br />
in every contract and you got to perform.<br />
It was a very shortsighted way of life.<br />
Living for the next day or week or month<br />
as targeted and as focused as I could. So<br />
it could last another month. Was there<br />
a moment where you had a sigh of<br />
relief ? No. Never. Not even today. I’ve<br />
always had that looming pressure that it<br />
could all come crumbling down in any<br />
moment, so I better do everything in my<br />
power to keep it from happening. But I<br />
know there are so many things out of my<br />
control that could stop my career any day.<br />
At least the things that are in my control,<br />
I am going to do the best I can. I don’t<br />
smoke or do drugs. Try to stay injury free.<br />
Try to do a good job so the fans like me.<br />
The more people like me, the more chance<br />
I’m going to continue to get paid. If they<br />
want my autograph, even if it’s eight at<br />
night, I’m going to keep signing autographs.<br />
If someone wants my name on a<br />
piece of paper, I’m going to give it to them.<br />
I can’t think of one person in the entire<br />
world whose signature I’d want. Could be<br />
the president; I don’t want his signature.<br />
Speaking of President Obama, did you<br />
know him when you were at Punahou?<br />
I didn’t know him like, “Hey Barry what’s<br />
up?”. But I saw him all the time. He had a<br />
big afro. He was a stoner. Hung out on the<br />
Bingham bench with the other stoners.<br />
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When I got to Punahou in tenth grade,<br />
he was a senior. He had the comb in the<br />
hair. Are there any athletes that inspire<br />
you? Not back then. Over time?<br />
Sure. But I never really followed other<br />
sports at all. Gerry Lopez was big when<br />
I was surfing. I was pretty self centered.<br />
I really didn’t care what was going on in<br />
other sports. At what point did you<br />
realize you were famous? Was there<br />
a moment? Yeah, it was in the early<br />
’80’s. When we first went to La Torche,<br />
there were 100,000 people, and they<br />
needed barricades to separate us from<br />
the crowds. What was going through<br />
your head? Did it make sense? It<br />
was just part of the whole gig. I think<br />
inside I was stoked. But I was really<br />
focused on just trying to win. I was so<br />
focused on the racing. The good thing<br />
was that you would go to Europe and<br />
be all famous and then come home and<br />
be nobody. I loved that about windsurfing.<br />
It kept life in perspective.<br />
I was always worried about having<br />
a big head. I was a weird person when<br />
I was younger—I still am a weird person—but<br />
I was a really weird person.<br />
I was really worried I was getting a big<br />
head. I don’t care how good you are,<br />
you’re not any better than anybody<br />
else, you’re just luckier. And when<br />
the wave competitions started, was<br />
that stressful because it was another<br />
thing that you had to win?<br />
It wasn’t about winning; it was about<br />
not losing. I didn’t want to beat other<br />
guys; I just didn’t want guys to beat me.<br />
And in my head there is a profound difference.<br />
It’s not like I’d get up on the podium<br />
and hold up my trophy—I didn’t<br />
like that at all. I wanted to get off the<br />
podium as quick as I could. So it wasn’t<br />
about winning. It was about not losing.<br />
Back then we had racing, slalom,<br />
and wave. Waves was always the most<br />
fun. I loved racing, I loved the tactics.<br />
Because back then it wasn’t just board<br />
speed like it is today. There’s no tactics<br />
anymore. In the old days, on long<br />
boards, it was tactics. It was like yacht<br />
racing. You’d have tacking duels with<br />
guys. I hated when windsurfing went<br />
from longboard racing to short board<br />
racing because for me it took all the tactics<br />
out of it. I loved the mind game of<br />
having a bad start and still catching up.<br />
It is really different when board speed<br />
is 99 per cent of a race, like it is now. So<br />
you hate losing. Is there a loss that<br />
stands out as being particularly<br />
upsetting? Every one [laughs]. When<br />
I was a little kid racing in Kailua when<br />
I first started—long before winning<br />
anything—I would be crying, yelling<br />
at God, punching my board because I<br />
lost. Larry Stanley and these guys were<br />
beating me. I was a horrible loser. I was<br />
a good winner, but I was a really bad<br />
loser. Is there any event that stands<br />
out in all the events you’ve done as<br />
being particularly interesting? I met<br />
Björn in 1982 when he was kid in Gran<br />
Canaria. In 1983 when we had the first<br />
World Cup ever in Fuerteventura,<br />
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he was already sponsored by F2. He first<br />
beat me in the overall in Guadeloupe.<br />
Guadeloupe stands out as the one event<br />
where I knew everything had changed.<br />
Explain that. Up until that point,<br />
slalom was almost always—whenever<br />
possible—in and out through the<br />
surf and almost always beach starts.<br />
So, just getting into the water was a<br />
huge part of it. And I was really good<br />
at getting into the water. Suddenly the<br />
courses got longer. We started doing<br />
water starts more than beach starts.<br />
The equipment completely changed.<br />
Up until that point, the equipment<br />
wasn’t that technical. And it made me<br />
reinvent my equipment and my sailing.<br />
Guys would go straight past you if you<br />
were on the old stuff. That was the only<br />
time in my career where there was a<br />
big shocker. I really didn’t want that<br />
change to happen even though I knew<br />
it was happening. But you came back<br />
and you won a few world titles after<br />
that… Yeah… I kept winning. But I<br />
never dominated the way I did before.<br />
I had to race with weight jackets, and I<br />
hated that kind of racing. One, I wasn’t<br />
as good at it. It’s not as much fun<br />
when you’re not as good. Two, it was<br />
contrary to my style. I’m not as good<br />
statically. I am always in my arms, not<br />
in my harness. And the new style was<br />
IN the harness—locked in and wearing<br />
twelve pounds on your shoulders.<br />
That change was tough. It wasn’t<br />
so much getting beat by Björn. I was<br />
ready for it; I knew it was coming. Of<br />
course, I wasn’t going to win forever.<br />
But then having the gear and everything<br />
change so profoundly at the same<br />
time was also… ooof. What led to the<br />
decision to stop doing the world<br />
tour? There was never a decision. It’s<br />
not like I ever retired. I couldn’t tell you<br />
when I stopped. What I did first was I<br />
stopped doing the racing. I kept doing<br />
the slalom and the waves. Once I was<br />
out of the top, I was like, “Well this is<br />
fucking pointless. I’m not competitive<br />
enough. I’m not enjoying it enough.”<br />
I could occasionally get top three or<br />
four, but I wasn’t going to beat these<br />
big guys. I was beating my head against<br />
the wall. I started only doing waves.<br />
About ’98 is when we started playing<br />
with kites. And that was something<br />
fun—inventing new gear. And there<br />
was a new commercial reason to do it.<br />
And a new professional reason. I could<br />
reinvent myself. Did you feel like you<br />
were having déjà vu with kiting?<br />
We were developing new gear again.<br />
It was like windsurfing in the early<br />
days. I was good at it. I was winning<br />
events. They were paying me to do it.<br />
When the kiting thing really took off.<br />
I was running around doing all these<br />
kite events, winning almost everything.<br />
That’s when I transitioned out of doing<br />
the wave events windsurfing. It’s not<br />
like I quit windsurfing. There was never<br />
a point where I was over it. It was a very<br />
gradual transition out as I transitioned<br />
into the competitive kiting. And when I<br />
transitioned out of the kiting. Just started<br />
doing fewer events. Guys started<br />
advancing the sport faster than I could<br />
keep up. You know? I never retired. It<br />
just sort of organically faded out. By<br />
then I was totally ready. After competing<br />
for so many years and doing so well,<br />
to just stop, I would have shot myself in<br />
the head. But as it was, it was this nice<br />
transitional, long, organic process. As<br />
the competition was waning out, the<br />
business required more of my time and<br />
attention. It all was just being in the<br />
right place and the right time. No plan.<br />
If you read books they always say<br />
you have to have a plan and you have<br />
to target your goals and check them<br />
off. I’ve never had goal in my life. And<br />
I’ve never had a plan. I don’t even<br />
have a business plan. I’ve kind of just<br />
rode one wave to another and seen<br />
what happens. So I’m either really<br />
really really lucky or really really really<br />
lucky. But it seems that you’ve had<br />
your finger on the pulse of things<br />
and been able to react to what’s<br />
happening. From windsurfing to<br />
kiting to SUP. You learned German<br />
quite young, as well, right? Yeah,<br />
that’s right. I took it for two years at<br />
Punahou because you had to have<br />
a foreign language. And did you<br />
know that Germany would be the<br />
biggest market for windsurfing?<br />
I had some German fans already. My<br />
first first big fan—pen pal—was a<br />
German guy who started writing me<br />
in the seventies. In Punahou, you had<br />
Japanese, Spanish, French, Chinese,<br />
German. And I said, I’ll take German.<br />
Everyone said, “You’re crazy, don’t take<br />
German; it’s too hard.” I was like, well<br />
I can go to Germany and there are a<br />
lot of windsurfers in Germany. Lucky<br />
decision because that helped my career<br />
so much. When I speak to Germans,<br />
they don’t know that I’m an American.<br />
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You carry the image of windsurfing.<br />
Is that a burden or a gift? Or do you<br />
even notice it? At this point—I’ll be<br />
53 in a couple weeks—I can kind of<br />
look at it. Before, I didn’t want to look<br />
at it that way. I knew I was part of a really<br />
cool thing along with a lot of other<br />
people, and I was honored to be given<br />
that opportunity. It’s cool to still be<br />
connected to it. It’s not like I’m some<br />
guy in the windsurfing history books.<br />
I’m not out winning events, but I’m<br />
still part of this sport. I’ve been part<br />
of this sport since it has existed. I’m<br />
old enough now that I can look back<br />
and say, “Ok, this is pretty awesome.”<br />
I’m still there and still part of it.<br />
I’m out at Ho’okipa with you guys.<br />
I’m not in the way, not endangering<br />
myself. I don’t want to pat myself on<br />
the back, but I’m stoked that I’m still<br />
fit enough that I can go to Paris and<br />
do an indoor event and the people are<br />
still stoked to see me. I’m not going<br />
across the pool and falling on my first<br />
jibe, and people aren’t going, “Oh what<br />
a shame—he used to be so good”. I<br />
did my semi final heat and forgot my<br />
harness and raced the whole thing<br />
and won with no harness. I bet not<br />
many of the young guys that I was<br />
racing against could have done that.<br />
Correct me if I’m wrong, but none of<br />
the guys that you were racing with<br />
in the ’80’s and competing against<br />
are still windsurfing. At least in the<br />
scene. Some are. Your dad still goes to<br />
Ho’okipa and rides. He was in Kailua<br />
in 1979 with your mom. Man, your<br />
mom was beautiful. I mean, she’s still<br />
beautiful. So there are guys that are<br />
still out there and still doing it. That’s<br />
the cool thing about the sport; you<br />
don’t wear yourself out like you do in<br />
almost any other sport. You can keep<br />
doing it a long time. Matt Schweitzer<br />
still windsurfs. I never see him, but he<br />
says he goes all the time. When you<br />
decided to compete these last few<br />
Aloha Classics, you did well. When<br />
the surf is big. Is it hard not to be<br />
winning? It still sucks to lose. I don’t<br />
want to go out and embarrass myself.<br />
I don’t want to lose my first heat. I get<br />
pissed when I lose; though, I know<br />
that I shouldn’t be winning. Honestly,<br />
at 53, if I can go out at Ho’okipa and<br />
win, there is something wrong with<br />
the sport. When was the peak of professional<br />
windsurfing? I would say<br />
the peak peak was about 1988. ’89. Did<br />
you realize at the time? No…I only<br />
realized as it started to subside. What<br />
was that? Ten years later? Twenty?<br />
No, no. A couple years. Going<br />
to an event in ‘91, what was the<br />
difference? Well, events would stop<br />
happening. Honestly for windsurfing,<br />
the biggest hit was restrictions on<br />
cigarette advertising. All of our big<br />
sponsors in the heyday were cigarette<br />
companies. Paul Mall in Holland.<br />
Peter Stuyvesant in France. It was<br />
cigarette money that helped create the<br />
really big boom in windsurfing. When<br />
you couldn’t advertise cigarettes<br />
anymore, suddenly the biggest pool<br />
of sponsorship disappeared. We lost<br />
the biggest events in the sport. Do you<br />
regret anything? Would you have<br />
changed anything? I could selfishly<br />
go back and change all kinds of stuff.<br />
Make a little bit more money. But the<br />
reality is that the mistakes I made<br />
were good mistakes. What mistakes<br />
stand out? Nothing. I don’t kick<br />
myself for anything. I’ve been luckier<br />
than anyone deserves to be in life.<br />
I’ve been in the right place at the right<br />
time more often than people deserve<br />
to be. If I could do it all over again, I’d<br />
do it all over again. For sure, there’s<br />
things I could do better—differently.<br />
But it could have gone so much worse.<br />
I have more than I deserve ten times<br />
over. I would pay to do it all again. Do<br />
you feel Hawaiian? Are you at home<br />
in Hawaii? Coming from California.<br />
I’m not one of those private<br />
school Haoles. Growing up in Kailua<br />
surrounded by locals. Going to public<br />
school pretty much my whole childhood<br />
was really grounding for me. I<br />
speak pidgin all day. I’m stoked that I<br />
was raised here. I grew up with my dad<br />
laying nets and eating sea turtle. A lot<br />
of my friends went to jail—died in jail.<br />
One of my friends got shot two weeks<br />
ago in Honolulu. Nothing wrong with<br />
being a full haole. But for me it was<br />
nice to be part of Hawaii. I can meet<br />
any local guy and be comfortable.<br />
Can you speak Hawaiian? No. We<br />
only have Hawaiiana in 4th grade in<br />
public school. It should be through<br />
all grades. It bums me out that I don’t<br />
speak Hawaiian. Are you involved at<br />
all with any of the schools here? Not<br />
beyond giving them money. Not<br />
pushing, for example, to have<br />
Hawaiiana? Some day, if I live long<br />
enough and I’m not so busy. People<br />
always ask me what I do for the community.<br />
I’d love to go into politics if<br />
I had another life to live. You see the<br />
idiots that go into politics with this<br />
tiny narrow view of the world. You<br />
should have to travel the world before<br />
you’re allowed to go into politics. You<br />
travel around the world and it gives<br />
you a very very different mindset on<br />
the way things work, or could work,<br />
or should work. Not that it’s all good,<br />
but it helps you see what’s bad too.<br />
So what would you do differently<br />
if you were in politics? Everything.<br />
Everything. Everything. It’s mind<br />
boggling how backwards the government<br />
in general is. It’s so big and so<br />
wasteful and accomplishes so little.<br />
Just things like traffic control and infrastructure.<br />
Hawaii is the only place<br />
in the universe that hasn’t discovered<br />
the roundabout instead of a stoplight.<br />
I remember when the first traffic light<br />
got put in. The first traffic light on the<br />
whole island was Dairy Road. That<br />
was the beginning of the end. Every<br />
time you put one in it gets worse and<br />
worse. Everywhere else in the world<br />
they know that roundabouts solve<br />
the problem. Oh man, the people here<br />
aren’t going to figure it out. If they can<br />
figure it out in Cambodia or anywhere<br />
else in the world, they can figure it<br />
out here. Who are you voting for<br />
the next election? Oh, we can’t go<br />
there. Are you a closeted Trump<br />
supporter? They’re all idiots on all<br />
sides. What we can’t do is have another<br />
attorney in the white house. Were<br />
you always Robby? Were you ever<br />
Robert or Bob? Always Robby as far<br />
back as I remember. Robert is my legal<br />
name but no one has every called<br />
me that except at the doctor’s office.<br />
It’s not like I grew up and needed the<br />
name change: call me Robert now.<br />
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peter lake and i are 40-something fathers.<br />
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