How can you not love the Ho family? A surf stoked family of rippers. Friendly times, good vibes. Short, for sure. Very short, but how much better is that for surfing? Not many six-foot-plus dudes out ripping.
I’ve seen uncle Derek roll into a second reef Pipe bomb, fading and slamming on the breaks right as it hit the inside reef and turned into on of the craziest barrels I’ve ever witnessed first hand.
Coco made eye contact with me at Laniakea one time. My heart melted.
I was at the Mililani Walmart with my pops, Bill, and Mike Ho was cruising around, shopping for whatever you buy at Walmart. Cleaning supplies and toilet paper probably. My dad wanted to go say, “Hi” and fan out. Don’t embarrass me, Dad!
But my fave Ho has gotta be Mason. Such a pocket sized, always amped, ripper imp. Oodles of style, one of the most creative approaches in the business, and he rides proper sized boards in waves of consequence. I’m a big fan of that, keeps me from feeling like a pussy ‘cuz I don’t have the balls to try the John John two stroke air drop in on a 6’2 in throating hell beasts.
Mason makes surfing look fun, even when I know I want no part of the dry reef right belching shoreward from Rockpiles. He’s got that je ne sais quois, where every clip makes me want to paddle out and try throwing airs I have no hope of landing, or pull into barrels I know I ain’t coming out of.
It’s a small group. Ozzy Wright’s in there. Mitch Coleborn too. Sometimes Chippa Wilson, though not lately.