The Rise of the Shortboard
Bob McTavish describes the evolution of the shortboard in late 60s Australia
The Northern Rivers district is Australia’s richest pointbreak zone: Angourie, Spooky’s, Lennox, Broken Head, and Byron Bay are strung out just below the Gold Coast, which has it’s own string of perfect points. The mostly clear and warm waters pump with clean groundswell through autumn and winter, while spring and summer offer hidden goodies for those who know how to find them.
It was in this fertile wave-zone that Australian surfer/shapers of the late ’60s prodded the nation’s surf populace to have a fresh look at itself. Since the first balsa 10-footers arrived under the arms of Californian lifeguards Greg Noll, Mike Bright, and Tommy Zahn in 1956, the bulk of surf culture had trickled from California and Hawaii. The board shapes were copied and the surfing styles were copied. Even the music, the clothes, the verbal expressions were largely copied from “the Yanks.” But why did Aussies depend so much on the States?
Because us young ’60s surf punks were rebels without a culture. We had severed our ties with the all-dominating and long-established hierarchy of Australian surfing: the lifeguard-like “Surf Life Saving Club” movement. We rejected its strictly disciplined regime of volunteer beach patrols, of competition in and out of the surf, and the near army-like formality of a club structure. We just wanted to go surfing, chase waves, and not be tied down to a schedule. We were the new breed—mobile, rebellious, and wave-hungry.
In 1967, it started in Sydney. A powerfully influential group of surfers: Bob McTavish, Ted Spencer, Russell Hughes, Wayne Lynch, Nat Young, Baddy Treloar, Keith Paul, the Witzig Brothers, and even Midget Farrelly were into something new, fresh, different. Purely local, nothing imported, a burning desire to ride much shorter boards, and start using the vertical element of the wave. In doing so, it meant saying goodbye to the over-riding influence from California. No more Miki Dora, Nuuhiwa, or Phil. The surfing population had to wake up and see it did have something to offer, something to be proud of, something the rest of the surfing world desired. It was the Shortboard Revolution.
After a brief flash of its potential in Hawaii and California over the Winter of ’67, the Shortboard Revolution shifted out of Sydney and relocated to the Northern Rivers in ’68. The crude 8-foot Plastic Machines rapidly morphed into sleek 6-foot mini-guns, pocket-rockets, and Trackers. The high-class waves at Lennox and Angourie in particular were the proving grounds, the racetrack, the fun parlor for the ongoing Shortboard Revolution. Templates, rockers, fins, flex, and rails all went through extremes, then were whittled down to the practical, the functional.
The same was now happening in Hawaii and California, and regular trans-Pacific trips kept the information flow strong. A new order developed over the next couple of years. A global brotherhood of surf design, of shape-sharing, of pure stoke. National identity slipped away, replaced by the united quest for the better surfboard. The culture of contests faded. Most of the grand old labels faded and died, struggling to keep up with the changes. It was all new, all experimental, and no one knew just where it would stop.
But this story is about awaking the giant, Australian surfing. The late-’60s jab in the butt that was the Shortboard Revolution had various spill-over effects, and a major one was the emergence of the next young generation of Aussie rippers who were confident to take on the world of competitive surfing. No more of the ’60s hippy brotherhood rubbish. P.T., Rabbit, and M.R. quickly earned World Champion status through the ’70s, followed by Simon Anderson, Tom Carroll, and Damien Hardman as ’80s dominators. Australia has continued to hold its head high as one of the world’s leading surf nations ever since.
Today, the increased crowds are on every kind of surfboard. Shorter-than-short snub-nosed quads, standard 6’1″ by 18.5″ thrusters, mid-length multi-fins, fish, modern longboards, tankers, original ’60s lead-weights, and SUPs. The Revolution is complete, but the old boards are back as well. The ability of the hot surfers has risen, pumped on steroids of surf-star DVDs. The learner schools are out there too, pushing new lemmings over the edge. Yet, among it all, those original guys who rejuvenated the surf world over 40 years ago are still out there among it, generally scoring better waves than their younger peers, finding quality amid the mayhem—a testimony to the power of the elements, the addictiveness of the wonderful creation of the ocean, and the peeling waves that spin along the Northern Rivers points.