There were moments during the boom when it appeared as if Australian surfing in its entirety was hitched to the shoulders of Bob Evans, a rangy middle-aged black-haired impresario from Queenscliff, Sydney. He was smart and well-dressed, knew his way around a wine list, and could order with aplomb off a French menu. In 1963, he was married with three children—and a well-practiced womanizer despite the fact that bowel surgery as a young adult left him wearing a colostomy bag for the rest of his...
Chapter 4:
Ten-Year Boom
- Gidget the All-Powerful /
- The Rebel Next Door /
- Hobie vs Velzy vs the IRS /
- Better Surfing Through Chemistry /
- Summer on the Inside /
- Surf Fashion, Lightly Salted /
- Surfing the Newsstand /
- Process of Elimination /
- Oil City Showdown /
- The Jazz Stylings of Phil Edwards /
- Technicolor Surf Boom /
- Heroes and Villains /
- Blackball Blues /
- Dick Dale, Destroyer of Amps /
- Surfing in Five-Part Harmony /
- Tokyo to Tel Aviv /
- Flight of the Larrikin /
- Bob Evans Means Business /
- Midget Wins It All /
- But Will it Play in New York? /
- Houses of the Holy /
- We Own the Sidewalks /
- Beautiful from any Angle /
- Duke's Big Contest /
- Can You Handle the Penetrator? /
- Girls, Don't Panic! /
- David Nuuhiwa Walks on Water /
- An Invincible Summer /
Bob Evans Means Business
Surfer promotor Bob Evans was smart and well-dressed, could order with aplomb off a French menu, and was a well-practiced womanizer—despite the fact that bowel surgery as a young adult left him wearing a colostomy bag for the rest of his life.