Thursday, June 01, 2006

Bear Flag Soul

On my way to Southern California, I read an article in the latest Surfer's Journal about surfboards called "Stubbies" and the San Diego County scene from where they emerged. In the appendix, the editor mentioned something called "bear flag soul" in reference to the cool characters who the story was about. It was a term that I didn't really understand at the time, but one that would be demonstrated to me throughout the week I spent down south.



I was invited to go surfing with a couple great guys from LA surf blogs, but due to some schedule conflicts (read hangovers and fender-benders) I couldn't get out early enough. But in San Diego on Sunday morning, I hooked up with Jeff from the Instant Boulder Kit blog. And Jeff hooked me up! On the phone the night before he asked me if I needed a board - I said I did. "No problem." Then he asked if I had wetsuit - I said I had my 4/3. "No problem. You can use my springsuit." At 6AM the next morning, he picked me up at my hotel.

We headed to a spot called Tourmoline, a longboarder haven located between Pacific Beach and La Jolla. On the way, Jeff told me that this was kind of a legendary beach where local heroes (shapers and riders) meet up on the weekends to surf and shoot the shit. "It's more of a social thing," he said as we pulled into the lot. He also said that there would probably be some swell left over from the south that had rolled through and that I should be able to get some decent rides on his 7'0" Nectar single fin that he brought for me.

When I eased the bright yellow board out of its bag, admiring the pintail, long Tudor fin, up wings, and bright pinlines, I was nonplused. It had an incredibly hefty resin tint glass job and the widepoint was closer to the nose. I'd heard of Nectar but had no idea that they were still making retro boards like this. I asked how much this jewel set him back - it looked new. "You'll never believe it," he said. "I got it for $150 bucks from a guy who needed to get rid of it. It just sat in his garage for 30 years!" I made Jeff an offer, which he kindly refused.



On our way through the parking lot Jeff introduced me to a guy who used to ride for the Nectar team in the 70s. The guy had stringy blond hair and leathery skin. He examined the board under my arm with eyes that looked like he was staring into a campfire. He said he'd be watching me out in the line-up. As we started paddling out, Jeff explained that all the old dudes watch from the embankment overlooking the break and if you screwed up, they would give you shit on your way back in. Great.

Jeff was paddling out on his flawless Harbour longboard (leashless, natch) and he soon left me in his wake. Before I could even make it outside, I saw him dropping into a chest-high peak and head dipping under the lip. He caught back up to me as I finally made it outside.

There were about 45-50 guys out, mostly on longboards, and they all seemed to know eachother. "Hey Mike, how's the wife and kids," and "I just got my AARP card in the mail yesterday," and "Are you that old?" etc. were some of the exchanges I overheard. Lots of jabs about being too old, even though most of these guys paddled like Olympians.

It took me a little while to get used to the beefy board I was on. For some reason it didn't paddle well as I had expected. I ended up catching a couple of lefts that slipped through the cracks and rode them to the inside, crouching low and doing my best '70s surf poster pose. Jeff gave me a thumbs up and then told me to watch out for a big rock on the inside. I forget the name of it now... "Grimace" or something...

Anyway, I stayed out for about 2-3 hours and Jeff checked in with me periodically to see how I was getting along. The crowd got more and more dense, and I just spent most of my time watching the skilled longboarders drop in and make amazing bottom turns. Great to have a front row seat. Later, I found out that a couple pros were out there: Kevin Connelly and Eric Summer.




Back in the parking lot, after the surf, I met a couple other guys who were also named Richard. We joked about being the "three swinging dicks" and watched the chicks in bikinis walk by. Man, it was a perfect California day. Thanks to the PB Surf Club gang for making a real "hodad" feel right at home. Come up to Oregon any time and let us return the favor - I have an extra 5 mil you can borrow!

Tom Waits "San Diego Serenade"

10 comments:

Patch said...

Chum,

Great story, sounds like you were treated right. Tourmo is a fun break. Too bad we couldn't meet up, I'm nursing an ear infection as we speak. Hopefully you'll be back down soon so we can get that surf in.

Late.

Whiffleboy said...

Sorry we missed each other, you clubbing hipster. Zeros was a score for the most part. Those Instant Boulder Guys are cools cats, though.

Chum said...

Yeah. I was still fairly proud of myself that I even made it to the beach at all after some of the nights I had in LA. Hit El Porto on Tuesday and it was relatively small, but the fish brigade were tearing it up. I'll really miss the warm water! Next time I'm going to sleep on one of your front lawns so I can get up at 4:15.

Patch said...

Next time we should all camp at Leo. Wiff I'd like to meet up with you some time.

Whiffleboy said...

Better yet, just sleep in the back of my truck. I'll just roll you out on to the beach when we get there.

Patch, we could meet up but it would be very frustrating for me. I've seen you surf. You're one of those longboarders who know how to use it. I'd be pulling off/yielding one wave after another. :-)

Patch said...

Wiff, We'll have to plan a Sano trip, I'll supply you with a log if you like. I'll try and set something up after this %#@* ear gets better.

Chum, if you do get rolled off the truck, look in the mirror for sharpie mustaches and tic tac toe signs on the forehead.

Diane said...

Nice surfing stories. Isn't Tom Waits are San Diego boy?

Chum said...

I think so, before he moved to LA and then above SF!

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Nash said...

That is a great story. ALso happy to see you spreading the Oregon good vibes and the Beaver flag soul.vw