Bobby Piercy

Bobby Piercy- Traknology advertisement. 1978

Bobby Piercy. Quimby Street. San Diego. He snorted a line and handed the rolled up bill to the thin leggy girl beside him. She looked delicious with her peanut butter brown skin and long fine hair. They had been up all night and a pall of cigarette smoke hung near the ceiling. Empty Heineken bottles stood on virtually every available flat surface. Dawn burned orange through the blinds. Bobby rubbed his eyes. They were red-rimmed and sore… as was his nose. He and the girl were wrung out like water from a twisted rag. Marathon sex was hours behind them and still the mirror whispered its mantra ….  
Bobby Piercy.  Rumors abound. Grist for the mill. Playboy bunnies, cocaine, BMW’s…. the high life. Bobby was a superstar. Reportedly, he was the kind of guy that loved life and lived that life to its fullest. He was a World Class skateboarder. He won slalom & downhill races, rode pools, parks and pipes. He had fine ladies around him at all times. He was a ripper.
Bobby and a friend

One day, Bobby simply disappeared. He wasn’t there anymore. It was as if a giant hole opened up in Point Loma and swallowed him up. The grapevine. Innuendo. Subtle hushed conversations. “Bobby was arrested for dealing blow.” Furtive looks and worried expressions… “He’s now in the Witness Protection Program.” Yet who really knows the truth? Can anyone ever truly know? Is he dead? Some stories describe Bobby as being executed in a drug deal gone wrong. Has he actually just moved on and is living his life as a baldy, big-bellied hardware store clerk in Utah somewhere?  Bobby Piercy knows but he’s not talking. At least not to anyone who knew him back in sunny San Diego in the 1970’s.

Bobby Piercy – Rector advertisement

I prefer to think of Bobby as he lived. Wide open. Possibilities. Unlimited and  lawless….  that is the Bobby Piercy that I admired. Thanks to Jim Goodrich for the images. Skate- Ozzie


5 thoughts on “Bobby Piercy

  1. Bobby lived around the corner from me in Kearny Mesa back in the 60’s. I have pictures of us from elementary through high school. We were the two kids without moms, so our two houses were the hangouts after school and during the summer. Bobby started surfing at 6! Our group spent summer days at my house, Bobby’s (and his little brother Donny), and at the beach. Before the water shortage in the early 70’s that started us all skateboarding, Bobby was a world class surfer! Yeah, he was wild, but one of the truest friends you could have. I was sad, but not surprised when I heard of his death. He was an amazing guy who lived life like there was no tomorrow, no regrets, never looking back. His ashes were scattered off the OB pier, so he’s back where we all started. I’ll miss him always, but I have only great memories of those long San Diego summers!

  2. Ahhhh the sweet smell of the seventies! When coke was still coke and a camel toe was a fashion statement. I miss my stupid youth sometimes

  3. Just an outstanding posting, Ozzie! It captured the mystique and legend of the comet that was Bobby Piercy perfectly, and left us wanting more…just like the real life subject.

  4. In 1977 after work every day in the skate shop I would roll down the hill from home in Kettering (UK) to Skateside where I was the resident Pro. Imagine my surprise as I turned in to the car park, a black BMW pulled in next to me with Bobby Peircy driving and Jerry Valdez in the passenger seat with three others in the back seat. Jay Adams, Kent Senatorie and Steve Cathey (if my memory serves me) The most memorable session of my life and still can’t belive how lucky I was to get to ride with those guys. Bobby was a super nice guy. I think of him regularly.

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