Most of us will never surf Pipeline and are content with hollow fantasies. You might think yourself equal to the challenge, but then you arrive on the fabled strip of beach and start asking questions – Can I contend with a ten-footer on the head in two feet of water? What happens if my rail doesn’t bite on that beyond vertical face? Am I confident enough to sit shoulder to shoulder with John John and Jamie O’, not to mention Kaimana Henry and a host of other Hawaiian heavyweights? What happens if I make even the slightest line-up indiscretion or simply get in the way of the wrong guy or girl, will I be swiftly met by the hand of rough justice? What happens if I die?
Perhaps you are a surfer of superior ability or impervious to the fangs of fear, which gnaw at a normal human’s mind, but whatever weakness or frailty you posses, Pipeline will expose it.
So if you’d rather avoid that whole mental merry-go-round just sit back and watch…
