Do you ever wonder why the overwhelming majority of surfing super stars have historically come out of Eastern Australia? Well, maybe the multitude of firing right hand point breaks and a culture that glorifies surfing have something to do with it. But I could be wrong. Maybe it has something to do with what’s in those delicious meat pies. If waves there were meat pies, the Gold Coast of Australia could single-handedly undermine world hunger in one day, and there would probably be some delicious leftovers, too. Lineups there can get a little eggy at times, but every now and then an unridden gem sneaks under everyone’s noses, serving as a reminder that the world needs more surfers. Totally kidding. Surfing is super lame. Don’t try it.
