Hmmm 1999. Britney still had hair. Survivor still had viewers. Blair Witches were Projecting. Napster was downloading. Y2K was buzzing. And apparently us Pismo kids were still in high school writing vulgar yearbook quotes to one another. Our ad in the new A-Frame v1.4 celebrates that time when pimples, girl crushes, and skipping class for waves consumed the majority of our time. Be sure to check the video trailer link and the interview with Rookies front man James Murdock in the issue as well.

Well another spring has sprung and that means another victory for Brett Roldan and James Murdock at the annual Hurricane Classic. This year’s event was greeted by surprisingly good conditions as over 40 competitors battled it out at Park Street for a shot at cash and prizes. Upstarts Roy O’neil and Cale Moore kept it close in their respective division finals but the gods of Red Beard and Branch Mill were called upon and made the difference in the end. Thanks to sponsors Esteem Boardshop, Rookies, A-Frame Magazine, and Toobs Bodyboards, and to Willie Richerson’s dad for supporting the appetites of many a scrapper. Here’s a few pics to hold you over: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

2:00 pm at the Esteem headquarters. The ocean in the distance is a mess with the prevailing NW winds and short period slop. In the dead time between Christmas and Spring Break, Pismo is a ghost town during the week. I am greeted at the register by the listless countenance of a man who has worked too many hours of retail – a body sagged by years of nine-to-five behind a counter, and a face that yearns for a simple tall can of some cheap domestic and a double horseshoe dip of Copenhagen.

Methodically folding shirts and routinely reciting greetings to the few withdrawn customers that may pass, some might mistake the faint glimmer in Randall’s eyes for the reflection from the dim lit sticker cabinet that he cantilevers himself over for 8 hours at a time on these kind of mellow days. Not me though. I see a spark, and I know something must be up on this particular afternoon.

“It’s that time of year,” he cracks from his post. I nod gingerly in agreement, although I have no clue as to what he’s thinking with that lukewarm smirk on his face. “Yup we’re gonna have to take over Park Street again,” he follows. All confusion is wiped from my face with one simple statement right then and there. The 3rd annual Hurricane Classic is born and winter has officially ended here in downtown Pismo.