Though a Malibu fixture, Terry "Tubesteak" Tracy embodied the idea that surfing was a movable feast, a celebratory beachfront beggar’s banquet, and surfers from the 1950s forward never strayed too far from this notion. Miki Dora wasn’t the opposite, exactly. He was just as theatrical as Tracy and could be equally comedic. For the Malibu morning surf check, he’d step out of his car in tennis whites, or a smoking jacket, or a black leather Nazi trenchcoat. Finishing a ride, he’d walk back up th...
Chapter 3:
Malibu Swing
- Freezing the Moment with Doc Ball /
- A Touch of Glamour /
- Bob Simmons, Gnarled Genius /
- Darrylin, Oh Darrylin /
- The Magic Wave /
- Velzy's Pig /
- Dewey Weber, Hotdog Jesus /
- Tubesteak Abides /
- A Rebel for All Seasons /
- The Valley Cometh /
- Hawaii Calls /
- Rocket to Makaha /
- Buzzy Trent, King of Beasts /
- Surfing's Beat Generation /
- France and Peru Join In /
- A Restart for Australia /
- A Farewell to Clubs /
- Bud Browne Presents /
- Point Surf '58 /
- The Viking King of Mead Hall /
- An Exorcism at Waimea /
A Rebel for All Seasons
Nobody played the rebel with Dora’s commitment, but they’d ditch class, or leave work early, or run a red light to get to the beach two minutes faster. Dora’s transgressions were theirs, writ large. By championing him, surfers championed themselves.