TANDEM SURFING. IS IT OKAY TO LAUGH?

I got off to a bad start with tandem surfing. At the 1969 US Championships, I saw big hairy-shouldered old guys twirling doll-sized partners overhead while riding whitewater on huge boards seemingly made from raw timber, girders, and rivets. I was nine. Too young be aroused by the weirdly public sexual display of splay-limbed back-arched dripping-wet…