Over the years of writing Liquid Lines, there have been lots of occasions when I have written about boardshorts – boardies, trunks, baggies, whatever you call them.

It’s not that I’m writing about specific boardshorts. I’m writing about what they represent. We surf in them, work in them and sleep in them. We show where they got cut by a fin and the stains of poke bowls or taco sauce from past surf trips. We talk about the pair we wore every day that one summer.