OUTER LIMITS:
FOR BRONSON MEIDY, IMPOSSIBLE IS JUST AN OPINION



Photography by Pete Frieden

World Champion Bronson Meidy is not listening. Not to anyone. Anyone that tells him what is possible and what is not. He is not quietly defining what is possible, he is screaming what is possible every time he paddles out. Has he turned the wipe-out into a maneuver? With his whiplash turns that start out unlikely, then progress to the misunderstood and then finish with the insane?

Is it about not ever giving up on the maneuver, or is it about not giving up on oneself? Small wave performance is a vital to today’s surfing scene as any big wave antics. The greats are tuberiding as deep as it can go. So what is the new frontier?



Limitless surfing in smaller waves? Remember, it’s the small wave maneuvers that find themselves eventually into the big stuff. Is what Bronson is doing at lightning speed going to find itself on the face of heavy water in the future? It feels inevitable. And what can be said is that Bronson is on to something here.



Here in the land of heaving left barrels, where perfection tuberiding has served as a hallmark to the rest of the world, could Indonesian small wave performance also school the planet? With surfers like Bronson Meidy out there, we might just lead the way once again.

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