Dylan Graves Rides The Texas Tankers

We’re fond of this series; it’s delightful and silly. And, you know what else is silly, riding waves. Hold up…surfing ain’t silly; it’s serious! Doesn’t it make your blood boil when a 17-year-old grom bogs a turn in his edit? How dare he? Kid can’t even do a proper layback! Oh and, aren’t air-revos just a bore? Don’t it send those furious fingers tapping beneath the internet’s cloak of anonymity? Yes?! No! 

We like Weird Waves with Dylan Graves because it’s a healthy reminder–narrated by a talking slice of pizza–that surfing’s fun. It’s a stupid, free-loving activity that contributes nothing to society. Nothing. And it’s goddamn beautiful. It’s what keeps us coming back, nothing so useless is so fulfilling. It’s our passion. And it produces pleasure beyond the hand, mouth, crotch and bedroom. Barrels > Sex: Always. It’s fucking phenomenal. It’s surfing; it’s silly, and for that, we’ve fallen deeply, madly, helplessly in love. 

So here’s Dylan Graves in Texas, surfing the waves from oil tankers with Trace and Chad Marshall. Where everything’s bigger, well, almost everything.