Once back home, I started buying Surfing magazine and would soak up every word in every article, photo caption and ad. The magazines were filled with photos of Tom Curren, Joey Buran, David Eggers as well as Tom Carroll, Mark Occhilupo and Martin Potter, who rode T&C surfboards with his distinctive color patterns and “the Saint” logo. He and Curren were far and away my favorite surfers. I even wrote an essay about them in seventh grade and used so many metaphors that I suspect the passing grade I got was more out of sympathy for my passion and effort than writing ability. Anyway, I went back with a friend and his family the following summer and while there wandered into a surfshop in Waikiki. There was only one T&C board in the used board racks and I was blinded by love. I had no business owning it: it was a retired team rider’s board, short, light and with a really thin, sanded finish. No matter, I had to have it. I called home and begged my parents to buy it for me. No way. Surfing would have to be confined once again to magazines, posters and drawings. At 15, I went back to Hawaii, this time with my dad, and he thankfully, THANKFULLY relented. I still desperately wanted a T&C board and, in another surfshop in Waikiki, I found one. This was the mid-80s when day glo ruled the world, whether it was Zinka, Astro deck, wetsuits, leashes or surfboards. The T&C board I found and brought home was no exception: pink and yellow with baby blue side fins. No matter. It was a T&C board, the epitome of Hawaii and surfing and it was mine. I had officially arrived!
Monday, October 24, 2011
A Girl, a Gorilla, and a Gift
Once back home, I started buying Surfing magazine and would soak up every word in every article, photo caption and ad. The magazines were filled with photos of Tom Curren, Joey Buran, David Eggers as well as Tom Carroll, Mark Occhilupo and Martin Potter, who rode T&C surfboards with his distinctive color patterns and “the Saint” logo. He and Curren were far and away my favorite surfers. I even wrote an essay about them in seventh grade and used so many metaphors that I suspect the passing grade I got was more out of sympathy for my passion and effort than writing ability. Anyway, I went back with a friend and his family the following summer and while there wandered into a surfshop in Waikiki. There was only one T&C board in the used board racks and I was blinded by love. I had no business owning it: it was a retired team rider’s board, short, light and with a really thin, sanded finish. No matter, I had to have it. I called home and begged my parents to buy it for me. No way. Surfing would have to be confined once again to magazines, posters and drawings. At 15, I went back to Hawaii, this time with my dad, and he thankfully, THANKFULLY relented. I still desperately wanted a T&C board and, in another surfshop in Waikiki, I found one. This was the mid-80s when day glo ruled the world, whether it was Zinka, Astro deck, wetsuits, leashes or surfboards. The T&C board I found and brought home was no exception: pink and yellow with baby blue side fins. No matter. It was a T&C board, the epitome of Hawaii and surfing and it was mine. I had officially arrived!
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