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That Old Car Smell

That’s part of it. The smell. You can’t easily describe it, but you know it immediately. It’s a complex mix of plastic, leather, bri nylon, with a top note of oil and exhaust fumes. It triggers something deep inside the brain, a cluster of neurons…

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When Lightning Bolt Ruled the Earth…

As told to Chris Nelson… “We were at the cutting edge of surfboards, we were beyond the cutting edge – we were the edge. It was the best period, but it was easy to be the best because everybody that came to Hawaii wanted to…

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Going the Distance

Words and image: Chris Nelson Your first custom steed is a thing of magic. And here was mine, light beneath my hands, Hollywood smile white against the coffee coloured waters. It glided effortlessly over the wall of advancing foam as I waded out into the…

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Neil Erskine – Perpetual Fluid Motion

The grassy headland overlooking Constantine beach is rich with the smell of rain on the dusty path. A lone figure sits out in the clear blue, hugging the line of speckled foam, fingerprints left by passing peelers as they taper down the point. He strokes…

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