The shuttle tales part 1.
There was a time when surfers roamed Australia in beat up old rust buckets, hand made skateboards and even the trusty old foot sandal. Oh those were the days of empty lineups, nude babes waiting on the beach and camping out with friends right there on the sand.
The cars got better, the nomadic surfers were able to wander further, and more points were discovered. For the surfer, domestic travel was a wonderful thing. What a lifestyle it was, and the surfie sub culture blossomed throughout 60s and early 70s, an attractive movement welcoming free spirited, natural souls around the country.
They made clothes that suited their surf style, rubber suits to keep them warm down south, toyed with surfboard design and construction in backyard tin sheds and nothing made them happier than testing out their gear in the water. They had their own media; magazines, newspapers, movies. New films were welcomed by sold out audiences in quaint theatres and surf scribes aired their expressive opinions without restraint speaking out about politics, the environment, Yoga, drugs, DIY home building and of course, surfing.