Archive for April, 2010

John Kies: Surf Story-Surfing in 1971 France

Sunday, April 25th, 2010

In 1971 I went to Biarritz France.  After staying in a hotel for 2 or 3 nights we had to get out ‘cause it was really expensive.  We met 6 Australian guys on beach who were camping south of Biarritz, at a surf break called Lafitenia.  So there were 8 of us at a campsite and campsites were $2/day.  So divided by 8 it was $.25 per day!  The only other people there were 4 guys from Santa Barbara.  Imagine camping in front of a break just like Swamis…there were no French surfers yet so it was completely un-crowded.  The day we got there was the biggest day we surfed… 15 to 20 foot then it dropped to about 10 feet in afternoon.

That afternoon we saw this goofy footer drop in and just rip apart the wave so I asked the other guys, “who is that.”  They said, “that’s Lopez (Gerry Lopez).”  Later down in Cabo I talked with him about it and he remembered that day.

That season a ton of pro surfers were in France.  It made it really fun cause some were really ripping.  Guys like Mike Tabling, Lopez, Bruce Veluzzi, Brad Maccal, Jeff Hakman, Mike Diffenderfer, Doug Haut, Jackie Baxter, and Mike Miller.  Hal Jepsen the photographer ( A Sea for Yourself), was there with Hakman.

That September I remember Hossegor with full on Santa Ana type conditions.  Back then it was a 45 min drive.  We’d drive there super early and would be on the beach in dark waiting for it to get light.  A whole week in mid September Jeff Hakman and his crew would be there before us by a bonfire waiting for the sun to come up.

At the beach break in Biarritz the cutest girl on beach was named Bridgette and she was on vacation from Paris.  So of course a bunch of guys were hitting on her.  Rodney Sumpter was a film maker showing surf movies in town and so I invited her to go.  She said yes.  I had bought a scooter and had gotten a surf rack welded to frame.  The scooter only cost me $20.  I ended up selling it when I left for $20.

So I get to her house and found out she was only 16.  OK, so I was only 20.  So we hopped on our scooters and went to movies.  In the movies it was pretty funny.  Here we were in France watching Hakman and Lopez on the screen and in the audience is Hakman and Lopez!

 After the movie we went to meet one of her girlfriends.  It’s like 10pm and Bridgette couldn’t speak any English and I couldn’t speak any French but her friend did.  So Bridgette and her friend were talking and her friend asked me if I had to go all the way back to the campground that night (a long 10 miles on a scooter).  I said, “yes”.  Then they talked some more and her friend turns to me and says, “Bridgette said that you can stay at her house but there’s one problem, you have to sleep in the same bed with her.”  I said that that wasn’t a problem (with a straight face).  We said goodbye and went to her house.  Her parents  were asleep but we had to walk through her brothers room to get to hers…so she introduced me to her brother.  So, I spent the night!  In the morning she told me I had to climb out the window.  My scooter was outside the window so I had to walk it down street before starting it.  So I went back to the campground.  When I came pulling up everybody said,” look at that smile.”

…also John confirmed Greg’s Trestles stories from the previous post.  They even got their technique down so that they used a construction looking truck and eliminating anything surf looking from the truck!

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Greg Sauritch: Surf Story #2, Trestles and the New Way

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

Trestles:  In the mid 80’s we went surfing at Lowers (Lower Trestles) with a friend.  After surfing for a couple hours we were  walking back to our car.  We started following some guys who seemed to have a different way back from the beach.  So we were behind trestle and walking up the back when we came across them stopped in the path.  They said that “this” way is good but have to stay right along track.  When we got to the top (on the trestle) by the track it’s pretty wide…say about 6 feet out from the train track but as you walk North the space narrows.

 Once we were on the bridge the track is two, maybe three feet max from the edge of the trestle.  We were about half way down trestle and one of the guys turns around and says, “Here comes the train.”  Now the railing is about waist high.  The train came by and we had to hold our boards over the rail and lean over railing. The train creates a powerful sucking motion trying to pull you back under the train. The train came super fast and we had almost no time to react.  We had to hold onto the railing as hard as we could to keep from getting sucked back under there.  I thought for sure we were going to die.  My friend was watching me and thought I was throwing my surfboard over the rail so that’s what he did.  Unfortunately he threw his surfboard into the disgusting part of the lagoon.  Worse yet he had borrowed my board…so it was my board down in that crap. 

After the plane past we were all in shock that we were still alive.  We asked the other guys how many times they had done this and they said it was their first time!  Man our adrenaline was pumping for a long time after that.  Unfortunately for my friend he still had to go down and fish the board out of that disgusting water. 

 A couple days later my dad (who was a cop) called up.  He said, “Greg, I understand you almost got hit by train.  Evidently another one of my friends was below watching the whole thing.

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Greg Sauritch Surf Story: Richard Nixon, Trestles, & the Submarine

Sunday, April 4th, 2010

It was about 1972 and I was with my friend Charlie and three others in Charlie’s ford van.  We were coming south on 5 from LA…I remember 3 guys in back.  I’m in the passenger seat and we are close to the 55 (by Newport Beach).  Charlie is reading the newspaper, drinking some coffee and steering with his knees.  John, who is in back reaches around Charlie’s eyes so he couldn’t see the road…just joking around like that. We got to the exit by Trestles, parked, and waxed our boards up.  It was about 3:30am in morning so it was pitch black.  Charlie said he figured out a “new” way there so we followed him.  We went down this driveway and everyone was saying, where are we?  So Charlie says, “This is Nixon’s house”…then President Nixon’s house.  So then everyone is getting really nervous.  We end up walking by a guard shack and we had to duck under the window of the guard shack where he was reading a magazine.

We climbed over fence…I remember it was pitch black.  At some point we noticed we were being followed by cameras …on tracks…it was freaky.  Of course we had to stop to moon and flip off the cameras.  We got down close to the surf and could hear it pounding.  Finally down on the beach we could see the surf cause the moon was out.  When the first bit of light came out we started walking over the rocks to the surf.  Just then we heard Jeeps coming so we started going over the rocks as fast as possible.  There was this guy on megaphone yelling to get out of the water?  Charlie of course, “knew” the rules and began telling us about how we were past mean high tide and so were within our rights etc..  Anyway we got out there and there were 5 other guys in the water. 

So were in water ignoring the guy on megaphone.  They must have decided to just wait till we got out.  My Dad was a cop so I decided I wasn’t getting caught.  When there was about 20 guys in the water this little submarine pops up and a guy is in it on another megaphone telling us to get out of the water. Someone said that Nixon was at the house.  Of course we all ignored him.

 After surfing those guys were still on the beach.  We paddled north to cottons…got out of water by the campgrounds then went back to car and never got caught.  Pretty fun…

Another time I went there with John Kies and I think Marc Adam from Encinitas.  They said they had another way in to Trestles.  So they told me to get off on the Basilone.  We then went over the freeway and got back on going South.  They told me to park the car on the side of the freeway by Church’s and to pop the hood up like we were broken down. 

I did and we went surfing at Lowers.  When we got back John says I can’t believe it worked!  There was a little flag on my car to show that the car had been checked but it was still there.  Evidently they had never done this before and so had me be their guinea pig.

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