In 1964 a friends mom drove us to southern California for a 2 week surfing tour. In those days camping was easy. We started in San Diego and worked our way north. Surfed some fun waves in warmer water then we were used to. We made it to Malibu on a super warm day on the coast. The place was mad with board riders. I was lucky enough to catch one wave. There was this super dark dude tearing the place up. Watched him destroy 10 waves on an hour. Everyone would yield to this guy. Didn’t take long to realize it was Miki, especially when he got out of the water. His dark skin matched his black board shorts. He faded into the beach crowd. encircled by the full time locals. This whole scene was everything I ever imagined about surfers and surfing. Gut hooked for life. His quirky lifestyle was imitated by many. Very sad he died at an early age. RIP MikI Thanks for this remembrance of this person Break.