Santa Barbara, Surfers, and the Interweb
When the first west swell of the season began making its way toward the all-too-sleepy shores of Santa Barbara a few weeks ago, the hype machine was in full effect.
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When the first west swell of the season began making its way toward the all-too-sleepy shores of Santa Barbara a few weeks ago, the hype machine was in full effect.
In 1975, there was no such thing as a world champion in the sport of surfing. There was no professional tour, no big money contests with international sponsors, no chain stores in middle America selling surf clothes to pale-skinned teenagers who have never seen the ocean.