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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Bruce Gold: The last true surfing hippie A dying breed

By Artist John Van Hamersveld published in 1964
Jeffreys Bay, South Africa.

A tall, old man appears quietly on the wooden boardwalks on the dunes overlooking the point, amongst the exploding orange aloes, and clusters of coffeeclutching surfers.

 Incongruous amid their hip labels, the codger looks like he has stepped out of Alby Falzon’s Morning of the Earth.

He’s wearing torn, bright rainbow-hued pants, a leather waistcoat, and all manner of leather pouches and ankh-shaped artefacts which dangle under his straggly white beard.

 He greets a few locals and squints into the breaking day as a set rolls in.

 He then approaches you and a mutual friend and blurts out a vibrant “Shalom Chom!”, adding that he’s noticed a lull in the crowd and he’d better get on it before the sun gets too high.


For over 30 years I have seen a bearded, tall old guy running all over Costa Mesa Ca.

His name is John Peck.

John could be a long lost brother to Bruce Gold if we didn't know any better.

Both are 10,238 miles from one another, but both share the same passion for the ocean.

Peck a brightly burning surfer from Costa Mesa, California; the first regularfooter to ride inside the tube at Pipeline in Hawaii.

Peck was born (1944) in Los Angeles, the son of a navy pilot, and raised on or near military bases in Virginia, Texas, California, and Hawaii.

He began surfing at Coronado, California, at age 15; later that same year his family moved back to Waikiki.

Peck placed fourth in the juniors division of the 1960 Makaha International, and returned the following year to finish third, but was virtually unknown in the surf world until New Year's Day, 1963, when he and California switchfooter Butch Van Artsdalen put on a fantastic display at Pipeline, with Peck spontaneously inventing a low-crouch stance, his right hand grabbing the rail of his board, that allowed him to ride high and tight to the curl.

That summer, Peck's thrilling Pipeline rides were the highlight of three surf movies, Angry Sea, Gun Ho!, and Walk on the Wet Side.

Peck developed into one of surfing's most unusual characters.

He was arrogant enough to wear a T-shirt with YES, I'M JOHN PECK stenciled across the back, and honest enough to admit to a surf journalist that he'd become "schizoid; I'm completely repulsed by the whole fame situation, yet I still seek it and I don't understand why."
Peck took fifth in the 1963 West Coast Championships, second in the 1963 Malibu Invitational, and third in the 1966 United States Championships.

A victory in the 1966 Laguna Masters earned him a new Honda motorcycle.

 The Peck Penetrator, a noseriding model made by Morey-Pope Surfboards in Ventura, debuted in late 1965 with ads and brochures featuring Peck dressed as an impeccably-groomed British mod.

(Well-preserved Penetrators would become collectors' items in the late '90s.)

Peck had meanwhile set out on a lengthy course of alcohol and drug abuse, including a seven-year LSD phase beginning in 1965.

He was involved in the Brotherhood of Eternal Love, a Laguna Beach consciousness-raising group that quickly evolved into a hardcore drug ring; he also lived in a tree in front of Sunset Beach on the North Shore of Oahu, served six months in solitary confinement on Maui on drug convictions, and was institutionalized.

He gave up drugs and drinking in 1984, four years later began surfing again, and in the mid-'90s was reintroduced to the nostalgia-hungry surfing world as a thin, weathered, flexible yoga master who claimed he could levitate.

As of 2013, Peck still surfed regularly, and traveled often to Baja California, Mexico, paying for his trips by building and selling neoclassic Penetrator models.

Peck can still be seen jogging or biking all over Costa Mesa and Newport Beach to this day.

The surfing bug hits another generation...

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