Expression Session 1 - The Mexican

The fans have been waiting for it and now at last here it is - the final installment from the Old Farts Surf Co. Expression Session 1.  Arguably, the best has been kept for last as Canadian upstart Moose has captured the elegance and aplomb that a true oldfartsurfer on an Old Farts Surf Co. hollow timber board brings to the art of surfing.

(The Mex glides like a sea eagle on his hollow timber board while resting his right elbow on the top of the wave)

This session is memorable as it is the last installment of photos from Moose who will soon return Canuckland.  "The Mex was gliding with the grace of a sea eagle but had the power and spring in his legs like a young gazelle" said Moose.  "It was a priviledge to witness the surf expressions in that session with the Mex firing" she said. 

(The Mex with a spring in his leges like a gazelle)

The Dude said "this is what oldfartsurfers do, riding waves for riding the waves sake, with grace and style and purity of purpose."  "No flashy logos around here" said The Other Dude.  "Express yourself" said Madonna.  "Art for art sake, money for god sake" said some old song.

(The Mex glides gracefully allowing the lip of the wave to caress his shoulder while he catches up with the spray of an earlier bottom turn)

Spot put on a pair of fins and overcame his fear of the men in grey suits to swim out to take some water shots.  "I thought the expression and art in thewater were informed by surreal spiritualism" said Spot when he got back to the beach.  "It certainly inspired me to take some great photos" he said.

(Spot's photo of Mex's surfing expression informed by surreal spiritualism)

When the media asked if the Old Farts Surf Co. was going to have another expressions session, Head Honcho, The Mexican said "it will happen when the spirits of the oldfartsurfers aligned with either Mars or Jupiter."  Well Hughey knows when the next age of Aquarius will be but for now we will have to be satisfied with reviewing these wonderful photos taken by Moose with water shots from Spot and the Mex .

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Old Fart Surfers Make it in New York

When old Frank Sinatra sang about New York, "If you can make it here you can make it anywhere", he was really anticipating the arrival of the Old Farts Surf Co. in New York City.  Good old Frankie had a vision of the big apple full of oldfartsurfers, and, althought he never lived to see the day, the OFSC has finally made it.  Here is a comment left by Davis Miller, an OFSC fan from Astoria, Queens:

I like this place! I love the idea and wish there was a place like this in Astoria, Queens. I am a surfer and found a "real surfer bar" in Point Break NYC. I am kinda jealous ;0PIts filled with surfers, people who like surfers, people who like the beach and people who don't want to live close to town. I really like this place. You know what they have these real Proctor and Channel One surfboards on the wall. It's nice for coming any day of the week and eating a late brunch. The food was outstanding. The brunch and sides were prefect and tasty. It is a perfect "escape" from city living. It is probably one of the only places where you can get a nice frozen pina colada or margarita. The service was on hit. They came up and checked on us so many times and made sure everything was up to par. It gets very active and the bartenders keep everybody having a good time. The bartender was very accommodating. He was nice enough to make a drink, that wasn't on the menu, for me :0) Did I mention the bartenders are nice eye candy. It was amazing to see their “das boot” which is shaped like a boot filled with beer. Don’t get me wrong, I am not drunk…it’s an actual boot shaped beer container ready to be emptied. Try it ..You will love it!! Oh. How can I forget, they even have a wheel o' shots where you just have to spin it and have to drink whatever shot it lands on!! Now call that bar creativity at its best!!! And when I spill a tray full of shots on myself, the bartender so kindly remakes them for me? Good music, too, and the decor helped us weather an otherwise overcast and rainy day. You know that old song "Brandy"? It goes, "Brandy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be. But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea." I believe Brandy works here. No reason, I just do. And that song happens to be a guilty pleasure of mine, so that's a plus in my book. You can simply waltz over to this colorful and warm establishment, enjoy some drinks with friends, and walk home. The bar is right at the center, so you can walk to either side for drinks, and the bartenders are friendly and at your service. There is a variety of seating, good music, and friendly neighborhood people to make your time more enjoyable. Not pretentious, very cozy, I think Point Break is a fabulous place to spend some time with friends.

(New Jersey 1975, OFSC had initial reservations for a Splinter Group event due life guards and Jaws)

There is some mounting pressure to hold an Old Farts Surf Co. Splinter Group World Series Surfing event in NYC in the near future.  The Dude has sussed Spain and will soon be checking Java, Thailand, Vietnam and Bali for potential spots, but OFSC Head Honcho, the Mexican has ordered the global oldfartsurfer research team to scour the Hudson for standing waves and bow waves.  "I remember surfing New Jersey in '75" said the Mex, "it was my first view of the ocean in 12 months and the day after I saw Jaws.  There were lots of fat peaks and life savers ordering us to swim within the impact zone, and not allowing us to swim 20' further out where you could actually catch a wave.  No boards allowed!".  "The OFSC had written off New York until we discoverd Point Break and Brandy, the hottest little surfie chick ."
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SUP Action from Expression Session 1

(Oldfartsufer Nic cutting loose on his trusty SUP)

Whilst Canadian upstart Moose was taking photos of the oldfartsurfers performing in Expression Session 1, Macho left the water and suggested she point the camera up the beach at Oldfartsurfer Nic who was enjoying a few waves to himself on his trusty SUP.  The resulting photo wins a Topshot award.
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Rouge Discovers Lost Wave and Gets Barrelled Over Rock Ledge

(OFS#12, The Dude, chews a post surf, stem ginger biscuit, thinking he's done for the day)

("Hey, lets go find the Lost Wave" suggests OFS#45, Rouge, dunking his stem ginger biscuit in his latte')

How many of you have heard a mate yabba on about a wave they discovered a few decades ago and how good it was but you can never find it again.  After a while you say yeah yeah right and move on.  Well Oldfartsurfer Rouge (OFS#45) has been telling the Mex about this wave he discovered back in about 1975 on remote coastline at the base of 300' cliffs. 

(Exotic rockscape looking for the Lost Wave)

(Exotic sea flora looking for the Lost Wave)

According to the legend, Rouge and OFS#66, the Banjo Player (aka Agent 66), pulled up on the side of the road on a freezing wet winters day and decided to grab their boards, long johns and vests and bash through thick temperate rainforest, in steep terrain and down a cliff and by some magic found this fantastic barrelling left hand reef break and got shacked off their kaftans. 

(Rouge charges a rock ledge)

(Exotic rockpools enroute to the Lost Wave)

Those of you with a skeric of logic might ask "why did they do that?" or "which deity or primal force led them to this break?".  Well, roumour has it that it was Hughey.

(The Dude waits for Rouge's return)

(Rouge pigdogs as he traverses a step with the lip looming over him)

About five years ago Rouge and the Banjo Player tried to lure the Mex, The Dude and the Young Dude  into the bush to search for the lost wave.  Confronted by thick bush, knowing there were good waves a few minutes drive away and perhaps sensing an Ivan Milat moment or just lacking a sense of adventure the boys declined the journey.

(Rouge and The Dude looking for the Lost Wave)

(The Lost Wave is found)

Well a few weeks ago Rouge made a sojourn back to the State for an Oldfartsurfers weekend.  After a good morning surf in warm sparkling water, Rouge, The Mexican and The Dude were drinking latte's at the local cafe' and eating their own packet of traditional gingernut snaps and stem ginger biscuits which they had smuggled in.  Rouge suggested we go look for the lost wave.  It was a hot day so Rouge suggested an alternative route around the coast in the shade of the cliffs.  He promised that we would "walk for half an hour and if we didn't find it we could turn back."  With some trepidation, the boys agreed.

(The Lost Wave showing its potential in a small swell)

After 20 minutes the boys were confronted with a rock ledge that looked a bit slippery and treacherous.  Not that the boys were scared but they were carrying cameras and mobile phones, and if they slipped and ended up in the drink it would be costly.  Undeterred, Rouge took off alone, leaving the Mex and the Dude behind to send for the rescue services.  Halfway along the ledge Rouge had to stop take his shoes off and crawl carefully along the slippery ledge.  Eventually Rouge got through the ledge and he disappeared leaving Mex and the Dude to chew the fat while they waited.  After a while Rouge appeard on the cliff top above yelling for the boys to join him.   A path was found and they joined Rouge on a track along the top of the cliff though dense bush.  A sign on the track said "Private Property Keep Out" but the boys pushed on regardless even after spying a secluded house, which they crept past hoping not to disturb Ivan.

(Horizontal flora near the Lost Wave)

Eventually they came to a clearing in the bush from which they could see the ocean and the coast further to the north.  It was difficult to tell but Rouge was sure that the Lost Wave was in a further up the coast.  Back on the track for a few more minutes they came to a lookout point.  "There is is" cried Rouge bearly containing his excitement.  Mex and Dude looked, it was hard to make out but at the base of a high cliff was a rock shelf showing potential in the small swell running on the day.

(Rouge and The Dude explore access routes)

Finally the boys believed Rouge, it was a pity the Banjo Player wasn't there to share Rouge's joy and validation.  The boys backtracked, snuck past Ivan's house and found a way down to the base of the cliff to look for a way of reaching the Lost Wave.  The break should remain fairly uncroweded as it isn't accessable without a solid bush bash or long paddle around the shore.  We'll leave that for another day.

(The Rouge and OFS#4, The Mexican, looking for the Lost Wave)

After two hours, the boys got back to the car and Rouge had another bright idea, "lets go for a surf" said Rouge, he promptly pulled on boardies and vest and hit the water closely followed by The Dude in full Steamer.  What went down in the next half hour was amazing.  "The boys must have been inspired by thougthts of riding the lost wave" said the Mex, "they just tore the lips off these innocent little beachies."  More of that later so stay tuned.

(The New Wave, The Mexican reckons this spot has potential, if you were 6" tall)

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