Once upon a time in the lineup, a sacred pecking order reigned. Surf localism was law, and that law was enforced by dudes with sun-leathered faces, neck tats, and a stare that could curdle coconut water. Paddle into their peak without the proper passport (read:...

The ocean is our grand ballroom, and the waves are the rhythm we all aspire to groove to. But as modern-day surfing transforms into a billion-dollar industry, our once-spacious dance floor has become a tightly packed mosh pit of eager riders, all vying for the...

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