Quirk. Quirky. Quirky Quirk. Quirkity Quirk Quirk. It starts to look like some Nordic language after a bit. But I shouldn’t be one to make fun of last names. Justin Quirk was a quiet, under-the-radar ripper. But as of late he has re-emerged as the tall, lanky guy who can punt airs, win heats and get the shot. Quirk has put together a good little package for himself, but it hasn’t come too easy. He has mastered the sneak attack. You won’t hear a thing from the guy for a little while, and then… BAM… two page spread, ads in all the mags, and there he is winning your quarterfinal heat. Forget about the guy with the quirky last name (pardon the pun)? Fine by him. His sponsors won’t, because as of late he’s the one they ooh and ahh over. Why? He finds a way to get it done, and the funny thing is, you probably won’t even see it coming. 

Hometown: Oceanside, CA/Cabo San Lucas, BCS
Age: 22
Sponsors: Ezekiel, Handsome Wear, Gravis dancin’ shoes, Infinity shred sticks, Electric ante ojos del sol, On A Mission tail kickers, Skullcandy stereo shenanigans, Ignition.
Travels: Peru, Panama, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Puerto Escondido, Puerto Rico, Bali, Java, Mentawaii Islands, Washington, India, outer space, and the city of Atlantis.
Wheels: CA - 2000 4 Runner; Cabo – ‘91 4x4 Suburban, ‘96 Ford Escort, magic carpet with AC and a cobra snake.
When I’m 45... On the road with Mickey Avalon and Slayer. On MySpace and at Cabo Wabo landing cougars.
Beverage of choice in the daytime: Water and Xango
Night time: Red Wine and Ballenas.
Plan for ’07: Spear bigger fish, get weird in China, and land a cougar… Oh, and catch a few waves.
What’s in the fridge: Bananas, ceviche, lime and salsa picante, human fingers and tapatio