We have this impulse to put our hands all over new surfboards, and hold them at odd angles, and say Hmmm, and Ahhhh, and to look contemplative as though we see meaning in the curves. It’s an absurd little dance and we do not resist it.
Last week that impulse drove us to visit Lost Surfboards at their San Clemente warehouse, but to no avail — locked door, empty office. Drat. Yesterday we tried again, and this time the boys were there and were quite good-natured about letting us walk around their workspace, touching their stuff and spouting ignorant dreck about surfboards. Steve, Trevor, Johnny and Andy hung out and answered questions about the newest Lost models and told us funny, unprintable stories about a Hawaiian surf legend.
The warehouse resembles an enormous wine cellar, but with Mayhems in lieu of Merlot. Hundreds of boards are stacked floor to 30-foot ceiling in a trellis, with Post-Its stuck on to indicate each board’s destination: some say “HB” and “NB” (for the Jack’s Surfboards shops in Huntington and Newport); others say “stock” or “blemish/demo;” some carry more recognizable names like CJ Hobgood and Sterling Spencer. Some are shaped for team riders who forgot to pick them up, so there they sit idle. The used board rack (it’s a pile, really) is all trade-ins from Luke Davis, Kolohe Andino, Andrew Doheny, Dean Randazzo, the Hobgoods and many more.
Both of SURFING’s photo editors just got new Scorchers from Lost, and our online editor has four Scorchers, and damn, let’s all get a Scorcher.