If you removed the two tube sections from this pool, you’d have something pretty close to a freshwater Bells–fast, flat and unforgiving–and the secret to surfing Bells well has always been surf east-to-west.
Bluntly, all things being equal in the tub, that’s the cold reality. “To be honest, it’s a circus… I have a hard time taking this event seriously,” said Jeremy Flores post-heat, candid and comfortable in the realization that he’s not one of the six.
I’m seeing Kelly as Immortan Joe, surfing across the last freshwater in the world as a ragtag bunch of thirsty survivors gather around holding cups to catch the precious fresh water falling from his turns.
It’s been said before that while it’s got limitations as a contest wave for the guys, as a venue for the women it’s the best on tour.
When all the aquifers have been drained and the Great Water War has been fought, the Surf Ranch will make a perfect outpost for the last survivors, Fury Road style.
He won’t have the chops to keep up with the young guys on the final turn, so he’s got find some way to get them in the middle of the pool.
When the tour’s first legitimate wavepool event was held here last year, we hypothesized that with a uniform canvas there were maybe six guys, tops, who could win this event.
The fact they’ve slowed the plow at Lemoore and shortened the first tube section has opened it up on turns, but the waves with breathing space between turns today were the more compelling.
As I watched guys neurotically tapping the lip, putting turns where they didn’t belong, counting turns, the waves that begun to stand out were the ones with some space between the notes.
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