Continuing on… about the 8^th grade story and my friend Jim. I really don’t know why he decided I was ok and if anyone ever gave me a hard time about being a surfer guy to let him know. 

Maybe it was because his older brother thought my older sister was hot. Or maybe it was because I was a surfer and not one of the guys that just talked like a surfer and wore surfer clothes, you know, like the surfer clothes mentioned in this post. 

We were in wood shop together. I made the fin for my surfboard in woodshop. So Jim knew I had a surfboard, but that doesn’t mean I actually surfed.  But maybe my sister told his brother that I went surfing every Saturday in Santa Monica… oh and her boyfriend was a surfer too.  Then Jim’s older brother told him that my sister said I actually did surf and “ dang, she has a boyfriend that goes to a different school and he surfs too”.

Who knows… it’s all speculation. 

The toughest part about being a surfer for me back then wasn’t that some greaser guy might choose me off, nah, it was those hot fall days.  You’re stuck in school, it’s hotter than blazes and all you can think about is how nice it probably is at the beach.  I didn’t live at the beach.. so it was no fun being land locked.  Later when I was doing Ventura College those hot fall days weren’t so bad.  If I was stuck with classes at least I could run down to the beach when they were over. Since it’s only a 10 minute drive from the College to the Point. 

If I had an iphone back then and could look at a beach cam on a hot fall day while being stuck in school?  Crazy, I would have gone crazy.

D.R.

 



 

Vince Felix riding his ’67 on a nice California day. Picture nicked from Deepzine.