Harley Ingleby

Power hungry. Precise. Never met a lip he didn’t like, but loves to bury the rail. Nose rides? Sure, the tip is where he catches his breath. Enjoys the view, with nothing out in front of him but the wave and ten toes. And he can make it last…if he wants to. Which isn’t that often. The nose pose is cool but the kid from the Banana Coast’s blood runs hot, and that Tolhurst pintail is just dying to go straight up. Which probably explains his two world titles and a room full of trophies. Satisfied with those? Not Harley.