surfing archetypes – the highly attractive young lady surfing in a bikini
Men don’t do it.
Men would rather not surf than be seen out there in a pair of skimpy underpants, skimpy coloured underpants. Men, you see, are basically modest and all too conscious of what effect the sight of their partially unclad body may have on the ladies. Men understand their nature, these women; their flaming desires, their insatiable grasping lusting want when confronted by the magnificence of the male body. Partially unclad.
We are decent that way, trustworthy, character-driven. Good chaps.
Women, on the other hand, and in particular those who like to surf have no qualms whatsoever in parading themselves partially unclad out there in the waves. Like young Megan here. Megan is seen here ripping off a big bottom turn at what looks like good sized Pipe and being female all she’s probably thinking about right now is how her hair looks and is the outfit going to survive being smacked out by the lip. You have to admit that there isn’t a lot holding it together, and that’s the problem.
What you cannot see in this pic is the large mob of male surfers hanging off the shoulder watching young Megs and waiting to see if they could possibly lend a hand if indeed she or it does come off. Men are helpful like that. Gallant even.
Hawaiians in particular have great skills in assisting the ladies in times of need, they practice their underwater breath-holding techniques for years – carrying large boulders along the sea-bed – just so they can do all that is possible in retrieving any lost female items of apparel.
You think that it’s easy diving around in that mayhem looking for a couple of coloured hankies tied together with string do you, bro?
Many years ago when the Australians first came to the Rock they upset the order of things when they challenged the Hawaiian’s supremacy and technique in the surf. Little matter that the locals had been doing things the same way for centuries, the Australians had their own method.
You see, when the locals found the lady’s missing item they immediately handed it back to the owner – the Australians on the other hand, made sure she never saw it again. John Witzig wrote an entirely inflammable article for Surfer Magazine in 1967 that was famously mis-quoted as We’re Tops Now.
Witzig meant ‘We Have the Tops Now ‘ and the article was alluding to the great skills of Rabbit Bartholomew when he disposed of the upper-garments of five young ladies in one torrid session at Sunset Beach. Bugs will only be too happy to confirm this story if you can get him away from the microphones.
What is astounding though is how on earth can a woman manage to keep things … eeerh .. manageable in the rough-house that passes for an idyllic couple of hours in the surf. There is a lot that the body is asked to do with the duck-diving, paddling, pulling back, pulling in – and all of it a great strain on keeping private things private – if you know what I mean.
Why do they risk it?
We don’t.
header pic of megan abudo
petebowes.com 
Men keep things private hey ???
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😆 Jo!
Robyn – I was being restrained – I found a clip of guys tandem nude surfing – I could have put that up…hehehe
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Pete, I really think you are treading dangerous waters here! 😆 Let’s see what other women think!
we write without fear Team – it’s a thankless task this hard-edged blogging, but we are ready for the challenges – although in this instance we seem to have hit upon a unarguable truth and are above criticism
Ah, Pete, We must give them a little leeway when it comes to the Lusting. We can’t hope to understand the stirrings that a bit of lank, pale sulphurous flesh flanked by a couple of wrinkled beetroot-boiled emu-egg sized sacs covered in springy, curly mite-infested hair must launch.
They’re only human….
This post brings to mind that line about Fred Astaire getting all the credit when Ginger Rogers did the same dance steps, only backwards and in high heels? The female pro-surfer, we all know, is at a financial disadvantage vis-a-vis her male counterpart, and part of the additional skill she brings to the craft of surfing is keeping those little bits of lycra in place. And looking at Megan in full control under that thick, sucky lip, I fail to see why anyone would want it any other way.
I don’t care what anyone wears as long as chicks wear bikinis.I like those 70s butt crack bikinis.brazilian skimpy ones.
I surf sometimes and as a woman, I can’t imagine wearing a bikini while surfing. I would be terrified of private bits becoming public. I tried surfing in a tankini that’s almost identical to this one: http://bikiniswimwearbuyingguide.blogspot.com/2011/04/poolside-tankini-plus-swimsuit.html and I must say, it was one of the worst decisions ever. It has always been rash guards for me since then.
tankini the worst idea ever.you can’t take the tank out of it.
Why do women risk it? It’s simple… all woman are whores.
Steady hugh, any relation to hugh jarse are you mate – and it takes a man to make a woman a whore –
Bikinis not necessary. Margaret River 1971. The session for the morning was over. The onshore was crankin and the place was a mess. The crew were hanging on the beach. Surfing monastery it was. Suddenly from the path above that lead down from the carpark, appeared three, free flowing, open spirited surf babes of the day equipped with surf mats. They smiled, said hi, proceeded to totally disrobe and hit the water. Everyone paddled back out.
Thanks Mr Wolf – I hope you’re collecting that stuff. I bet there was more to the session too.
They’re buried in the annals and the memory bank – I’ll start to dig it out. Vale Wallcliffe House at Margaret River – victim of the recent fires. My mate Pete and I were the first surfers to stumble across the place and stay there courtesy of the kindly Mr and Mrs Terry, decendants of the original settlers of the region.
I think the way of solving this problem, is putting it an poem (it has become my main pacification device, a bit like the dude out of the cartoon series with the blanket)
You take the drop, hoping
Feel the grab, feel the response, take what’s givin
When it opens up, you drivin, pumpin
Waitin for the next level
Legs are spent
But still drivin
Time for caresse, for appreciation
Time for going down the line
Previliged,