A lot of people call Puerto Rico the Hawaii of the East Coast. Well, Dusty Payne looks pretty at home.
There’s air wind, then there’s… just wind. Here’s the difference.
We’re not sure what’s going on here either, but Brian Toth’s straight air looks lovely.
Dusty Payne may not have a patent on this tail throw, but Arthur Fonzarelli didn’t have a patent on the leather jacket. Get what we’re saying?
Quite possibly the chachoest of men.
Pincho: a stick of barbecued meat that can be acquired in Puerto Rican parking lots for two dollars or less. Brian Toth digs in.
“Hey, umm. I’m gonna do a big air right there.” Plans make perfect.
Dusty brings the joy — why would he bring pain?
Enchantment is as enchantment barrels. Alejandro Moreda gets it.
We said chacho, not macho, Alejandro.
That’s more like it. Alejandro hoists the tail.
After all these years with Volcom, you best believe that Dusty Payne can draw a flawless stone.
Big barreling left? Brent Bielmann is in familiar territory.
Sneaky, sneaky. This little devil snuck right under the collective nose of our Chacho Men.
Brian Toth, not about to be snuck again.
Being Chacho ain’t easy, but somebody’s gotta do it.
Brian Toth in the belly of the beast. (Beasts must not like pinchos.)
You could legitimately be riding the backwash heading at Brian Toth’s wave here. Or you could be climbing one of those palm trees dressed like Marvin the Martian. Neither seem to be fazing Tothy here.
Alejandro Moreda in a barrel of debris. Photo: Gabriel Martinez