Before the sand pumping, old kirra was one of the wonders of the surfing world. Raw, spinning and viciously crowded. A fickle dream for the many unidentified, ripping Australian tradesmen and dole-bludgers who had it wired. But at the apex of the pecking order was a goofy-footer with deep local roots. My friend Pablo said the whole lineup out there used to stop and watch him tear kirra apart, parking his frame deeper than anyone else thought possible, only emerging to destroy the lip. The evidence of those thruster days are buried on old Billabong VHS, but if you like your shaper to surf really, really well, Neal Purchase Jnr does.