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{{Quote| Well, the next day I was digging holes everywhere, and the oldtimers who played checkers in Kapiolani Park were looking at me, shaking their heads. I looked like a sand crab. Finally, I found a hole in the seawall and stuffed my little board in there. That's where I kept it all summer.|Donald Takayama|''SurfMuseum.org'', written by Guy Motil <ref name=surfmuseum /> }} |
{{Quote| Well, the next day I was digging holes everywhere, and the oldtimers who played checkers in Kapiolani Park were looking at me, shaking their heads. I looked like a sand crab. Finally, I found a hole in the seawall and stuffed my little board in there. That's where I kept it all summer.|Donald Takayama|''SurfMuseum.org'', written by Guy Motil <ref name=surfmuseum /> }} |
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[[Dale Velzy]] discovered Takayama while surfing at [[Mākaha Beach Park|Mākaha Beach]]. Velzy noted that none of the young surfers |
[[Dale Velzy]] discovered Takayama while surfing at [[Mākaha Beach Park|Mākaha Beach]]. Velzy noted that none of the young surfers where attending school and told Takayama that if he ever got to the mainland, there would be a job waiting for him.<ref name=surfmuseum /> Takayama bought a plane ticket to Los Angeles, at twelve years of age, with money saved from a newspaper delivery route.<ref name=ESPN/> Takayama worked for Velzy/Jacobs Surfboards and lived in the loft of Dale Velzy's [[Venice, California]] surf shop.<ref name=surfmuseum /> |
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{{Quote| After a harrowing ten-hour flight that landed at pre-L.A.X. Burbank Field, Takayama realized he'd landed on "a pretty big island." He made his way to Velzy's shop, and the rest is shaping history. Velzy recalls that his star surfer of the time, Dewey Weber, was "jealous as hell" of all the attention the young Hawaiian garnered upon his arrival, and Velzy's immediate worry was "Shit, I've wounded my team!" The two eventually became famous friends. D.T. worked his okole [butt] off for the Velzy/Jacobs label, and at the time, there was no heavier house. For that time and place, Donald was the equivalent of an artisan's apprentice in High-Renaissance Florence. In between frequent surf trips up and down the coast, Donald's only job was to shape balsa boards and surf with the crew at Hermosa Beach's 22nd Street.|Donald Takayama|''SurfMuseum.org'', written by Guy Motil <ref name=surfmuseum />}} |
{{Quote| After a harrowing ten-hour flight that landed at pre-L.A.X. Burbank Field, Takayama realized he'd landed on "a pretty big island." He made his way to Velzy's shop, and the rest is shaping history. Velzy recalls that his star surfer of the time, Dewey Weber, was "jealous as hell" of all the attention the young Hawaiian garnered upon his arrival, and Velzy's immediate worry was "Shit, I've wounded my team!" The two eventually became famous friends. D.T. worked his okole [butt] off for the Velzy/Jacobs label, and at the time, there was no heavier house. For that time and place, Donald was the equivalent of an artisan's apprentice in High-Renaissance Florence. In between frequent surf trips up and down the coast, Donald's only job was to shape balsa boards and surf with the crew at Hermosa Beach's 22nd Street.|Donald Takayama|''SurfMuseum.org'', written by Guy Motil <ref name=surfmuseum />}} |