Crazy Craig’s trip, which was based on surfing however he wanted to, regardless of what was accepted as the right way to surf, was clearly not the right way to us and, therefore, he was mocked.
But Crazy Craig surfed, uh, differently than most—rode old, stubby, oddly-finned boards way, way before they were even a twinkle in surf culture’s collective eye.
Also, Crazy Craig surfed with a freaking rope glassed to the nose of his board. Not a leg rope. your car. of the board around with the rope on turns.
I have many memories of Crazy Craig locked into an early-morning tube, bathed in a shimmering golden light reflected off the wave face, that weird rope clenched firmly in his hand, leading the way, with his shouts echoing in the barrel. Odd.
Crazy Craig surfed according to the rules of that ubiquitous, framed IKEA print in many a freshman dorm room that urged “Dance like nobody’s watching”.
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