The scene was ruled by style masters. Think of Miki Dora, the “Black Knight,“ with his pure, irreverent style at First Point Malibu. Then you had Phil Edwards, the first pro surfer, and the graceful David Nuuhiwa. On the nose, nobody touched Robert August and Mike Hynson, whose global search in The Endless Summer captured the dream. These guys weren’t just surfers; they were the original soul archivers, defining cool with every drop-knee turn and tip-time stroll. They were the rockstars of the beach.