Category: Ryan Croteau

It has been said that America is a melting pot of cultures. It has also been said that this blog post is a melting pot of content because I am saying it right now. Here is a story about his mullet, some photos, and a video!

First, the story.

A Boy And His Hair: A Parable

Orange County, California. Shiny luxury automobiles growl through the streets as commuters try not to spill artisan coffee on their crisp leather interiors. The commuters are important or at least they must be. The sun glistens softly through the palm trees and brings an embracing warmth to the air. Suddenly, a boy emerges. He walks with a relaxed confidence. With every step, his feet strike the ground both sternly and lovingly all at once. A gentle wind tickles the beaver tail that is his haircut, rocking it to and fro.

The mullet has always been an immensely significant, yet frowned upon, shard of American History- like the slaughtering of Native Americans, except it’s a hair style instead of genocide. Proudly wearing a mullet inducts you into a fabled club. In the same sense that a hipster knows EXACTLY the right filter to use on Instagram, a mullet club member instinctively knows which burlap sack to use on the Fun Slide at a county fair. They know an excellent plate of nachos from a good one. They know that you don’t really have to be a guest to use some of the amenities at nice hotels, and they know that it’s OK to park on the wrong side of a non-busy street. The hipster may make it to the “Popular” page on Instagram, but nobody is getting down the Fun Slide faster than the guy with the mullet. Nobody.

Now a video so you (sort of) know what I’m talking about.

His Mom was a bit critical of the video:

Mullet-less, yet still in the club, Ryan embarked upon a spiritual journey to his native lands of Florida for a Pro Junior in New Smyrna. The spirit he embodied was one of a competitor, and with such ferociousness he surfed his way into the first Pro Jr. final of his career. He may not have won, but it has been reported that he was a standout amongst the extracurricular activities of the night.

Surfline applauded his efforts. Here’s the worst photo of the sequence that they ran, and a picture of him grabbing his dong. Also, a photo from his extracurricular commitment.

He looks funny here.

Yeah Nils!

Full power gouge. Commitment.

Ryan Croteau is featured in XTRAK’s latest ad that will run in Surfer Mag.  Yeah Ryan!

Buck scored the cover of Aladdin, the sessional only cover magazine that is put out by ERGO’s newly appointed lens guy, Joe Foster… Yeaahhhhh Joe.  Also, below are a few more photos that Joe has sent over of Ryan Croteau, Tommy Ihnken, Jamie Parkhurst and Chris Lomenzo.  Enjoy!

Prom. It is so very unique. It has been portrayed time, and maybe even time again, in movies in which directors force 28 year old actors to play the part of high schoolers. In compensation, the 28 year old actors are paid large sums of money so that they may purchase expensive automobiles and surround themselves with all things extravagant.

Ryan Croteau is not 28 years old. He does not drive an expensive automobile, and his life is not saturated by extravagance. But he did just go to prom.

Countless reports have been coming about Ryan’s prom. Word has it he danced with the swift feet of a Spanish bull fighter, the elegance of an Opera, and the dance moves of Lebanese stripper after consuming a four loko. The girls wooed and the boys praised, and in the awe that ensued, Ryan was briefly elected to the California senate. After a festive night of indulgence, Ryan turned down his newly elected seat, opting instead to glide on the world famous waves of lower trestles.

Humility.

Oh Im sorry… am I scracthing your hip?

Awkward grab the hip pose photo #2.  Nice job on matching the tie with her shoes!

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Groms can’t do anything for themselves anymore!

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This past weekend Ryan Croteau took down the junior division at Volcom’s Starfish Surf Series held in chest high surf at the river jetties in Newport Beach. He walked away with a bunch of swag and a cool $250. Yeah Ryan!

CLICK HERE for full results and video… just dont hang out there too long :mrgreen:


So the groms were killing it this past weekend at the NSSA East Coast Championships.  On hand was micro grom  Mike Vanaman and the Croteau brothers, Justin and Ryan.

Mike Vanaman walked away with a podium finish and a 6th place in the Open Mini Grom, Ryan Croteau got a 3rd in the Explorer Juniors and little bro Justin Croteau lost out in the semis.  Head over to ESM for full coverage.

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Once upon a time in Puerto Rico, there was a stack of dirty dishes piled up at Chad Oakley’s house. The King of Dew and I were confused, startled and somewhat flustered by this rising stack of soiled dishes. Right as we were ready to pull the plug and flee the island, the good men at ERGO stepped in. Next thing I knew… there were 2 froth ridden heathens at the doorstep, in the form of ERGO groms Ryan and Justin Croteau.

Now there are 5 scientifically proven facts that we all know about groms:

1.They have no souls.

2.They are only good for basic household chores.

3.They have less common sense than an average dolphin.

4.They smell like tar.

5.They like cookies.

I’m not saying that I found any of these truths to be false, but I did learn that deep inside their soul-less little bodies, there is a heart. I was impressed by these groms in many different ways. Although they may have ate all my food, stunk up the house, used all my sunscreen, and even got the bedroom extremely sandy on one particularly strange night/early morning, there was a lot of benefits to having those 2 little hell raisers around.

I can honestly say that for the whole week we spent together…. I did not do one dish, I got shotgun every ride and I bitched them out of many waves. Talk about respect. I did my best to teach these groms some things I have learned in my 20 years on this earth. But no matter how much I may have tried to teach them, it couldn’t compare to what they taught me. They taught me how to live and love, to laugh and learn, and to listen to my heart…. NOT! Those little bastards didn’t teach me anything! But they did rip, and it was fun having them around! Check out some photos of them in action!  All photos by ERGO staff Chad Oakley.