Pipeline Pussy: Claire Bevilacqua’s Volcom House Tour Of Duty

Claire "Bevo" Bevilacqua at Off The Wall. Photo: Jianca Lazarus

Claire "Bevo" Bevilacqua at Off The Wall. Photo: Jianca Lazarus

Pipeline Pussy: Claire Bevilacqua’s Volcom House Tour Of Duty

Living at the Volcom Pipe house is character building. For me, Pipeline is the epicenter of the North Shore. When I set up camp there, I rarely leave.

I’ve been with Volcom for twelve years now and I have hundreds of crazy team house stories from all over the world. The first Pipeline house takes top honors for the wildest, though.

Being the only pro girl rider to live there every winter made me feel special, and in a small way, honored that the boys enjoyed my company. The vibe between the boys and I is always one of pure gratitude because we all know how lucky we are to be living on the beach in one of the best places on Earth. Now, there are two houses at Pipe and there’s enough room for the whole team to be comfortable.

Where all the magic happens... Photo: Bielmann/SPL

Where all the magic happens... Photo: Bielmann/SPL

Whether you were lucky enough to be big pimping in a bed in the new house, avoiding ghosts in the haunted dungeon, or on a mattress squashing roaches on the floor, everyone is always just so happy to be there and a part of the action.

The first year I was definitely at the bottom of the pecking order. I was just another grommet earning my place. Cleaning up after

Can you blame a few of the boys for hopping into bed with Bevo? Photo: Dorsey

Can you blame a few of the boys for trying to hop into bed with Bevo? We can't. Photo: Dorsey

messy boys and trying to keep them out of my bunk at night was a daily occurrence. I always felt safe though, and I soon slipped into the sister role, perfectly gaining their respect. Every year got better, too. I learned a lot about sex, ultimate fighting, and rock-n-roll. I moved upstairs and out of the dungeon, started to get some better waves at Pipe, and after many whippings my love for Hawaii was set in stone. Even on the odd occasion I would have to share a bed with one of the boys or work my sleeping schedule around the constant chaos and parties it was never awkward. Walking into a house full of testosterone became the norm and it was a refreshing escape from the bitchiness and catty drama found on the Women’s World Tour.

Staying there has definitely made me a stronger surfer and challenged my big wave riding skills. The guys are always so supportive when I’m out there on big days; calling me into waves when they can. Any encouraging words always mean so much to me and go a long way.

If ever I was in trouble, my stone brothers are always there for me.

The hardest part of staying at the Volcom house is dealing with tempting Pipe, as it’s almost always rideable everyday in winter. The wave is both good and bad for your health. It can be one-foot or ten-foot, it’s still intense, fast, and unforgiving. The reef, the crowd, and just the vibe around the place is like no other—I think it’s the best wave in the world and by far my very favorite.

The boys have grown up a lot over the years. The days of strip poles in the living room, pet pigs, and rat invasions are long gone, now replaced with wives, babies, fitness balls, and organic foods. Don’t get me wrong, we still have the best parties, BBQs, and concerts in the yard, but I enjoy how far we’ve come as a team; growing to be better people and having a stronger, more influential presence with a positive affect on the community.—Claire Bevilacqua