Mikey Vanaman is that grom that makes you feel like an old salty gray beard. In a fleeing effort to dodge tasteless cliche about remote controlled surfers, mini me's, and dwarfism in general, let's just say that Mikey is a young lad and he rips. His future is as promising as the quiet girl next door, and his fins are as free as the bird that the Lynard Skynard in all of his craves to be. His surfing is not fueled by the pretentious desire to be cool nor anger towards politicians as a whole, but he's driven by the passion and fun that comes along with the sport. Hmmm, he's kinda onto something....