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 to be aroused by the weirdly public sexual display of splay-limbed back-arched dripping-wet young females. Mostly just resentful that my...
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