Our dystopian protagonist, who we’ll call Wasteland Wayne, pulls a yellowed single-fin out of his rust-bucket ’80s muscle car and starts changing out of his leather jacket and pants, which are entirely too hot and impractical for the post-apocalypse, but everyone else seems to be wearing them, and the only thing worse than getting killed by mutant cannibals is being teased about your lack of modern fashion sense beforehand.
In the following pages, you’ll find a few very bold predictions by various surfy experts detailing how, eventually, surf forecasts will actually work for your local break, an aerialist will stick an 18-foot air (but probably not an inch higher) and wave pools will be feature perfect replicas of the ocean’s most-iconic waves (“The (Un)Official Forecast,” pg. 42).
You’ll also find the story of a trip to the isolated shores of King Island with John Florence and Dave Rastovich, where senior writer Sean Doherty ponders the evolution of the two-time World Champion Florence and the impact he’s destined to make on surf culture.
Read more here: Surfer Mag