by Guest » Fri Aug 06, 2010 11:35 am
My older brothers were avid surfers when we lived in Fresno back in the 60s. They would spend about every other weekend year round -- and about half of each summer -- camped out at Santa Cruz, Davenport, Morro Bay, Cayucos, Avila, or Pismo. They owned both store-bought and homemade boards and they had a competition yellow '58 Chevy wagon with a hurst on the floor. I was an adolescent -- too young to go on every trip. I learned to surf but never really well. My bros, on the other hand, were dedicated to the sport and got mighty good at it.
And yes, they hung out at Bob's -- in the back where the car-hop waitresses brought burgers, fries and cokes on trays that they would hang on your car's window sill. Ah, the smells of the fries, the chicks, the pre-smog dual exhausts, the asphalt semi-melted by the summer heat. Whew! One of my bros got arrested there one night for driving off with a couple of their glass root beer mugs. By the way, does anybody remember a short-lived tradition called the "leg roll" that was sometimes practiced in that parking lot? Or, was that just one of those urban legends?
My older brothers were avid surfers when we lived in Fresno back in the 60s. They would spend about every other weekend year round -- and about half of each summer -- camped out at Santa Cruz, Davenport, Morro Bay, Cayucos, Avila, or Pismo. They owned both store-bought and homemade boards and they had a competition yellow '58 Chevy wagon with a hurst on the floor. I was an adolescent -- too young to go on every trip. I learned to surf but never really well. My bros, on the other hand, were dedicated to the sport and got mighty good at it.
And yes, they hung out at Bob's -- in the back where the car-hop waitresses brought burgers, fries and cokes on trays that they would hang on your car's window sill. Ah, the smells of the fries, the chicks, the pre-smog dual exhausts, the asphalt semi-melted by the summer heat. Whew! One of my bros got arrested there one night for driving off with a couple of their glass root beer mugs. By the way, does anybody remember a short-lived tradition called the "leg roll" that was sometimes practiced in that parking lot? Or, was that just one of those urban legends?