Ferrari Boyz Returns: A New Lens on Surf Culture Through the Cars We Drive
April 6, 2025
What someone drives isn’t just about getting from point A to B—it’s a statement. It reflects priorities, taste, function, freedom, and sometimes even identity. For surfers, whose lives revolve around chasing waves and staying mobile, the vehicle becomes more than a machine. It’s a home base, a locker room, a mobile café, a soundtrack booth, and a memory-maker. It’s with this philosophy that Stab has revived one of its most beloved series: Ferrari Boyz.
Nine years ago, Ferrari Boyz debuted with Taj Burrow giving us a walkaround of his old Land Cruiser. A moment that was both insightful and hilarious, it set the tone for what the series was meant to be—a laid-back, unfiltered window into the lives of surfing’s most charismatic figures. Taj casually noted, “Everyone in West Oz has a Landy,” grounding the episode in a kind of coastal realism that fans loved. His choice of car wasn’t a flex—it was function-first, lifestyle-oriented, and deeply personal.
From there, the series cruised through the drives of Noa Deane, Mitch Crews, Soli Bailey, Creed McTaggart, Alex Knost, Chippa Wilson, Jay Davies, and even a 19-year-old Harry Bryant, who famously overestimated his car’s towing power by about 2,997 tons. It was part surf check, part Top Gear, part group hang. And it struck a chord.
In 2025, Ferrari Boyz is back—not just as nostalgia, but in response to a growing desire from fans for more grounded, character-driven surf content. Following the warm reception of a recent mini-doc on Dane Reynolds and Chapter 11 TV, which was praised by Premium Members as “cruisy” and “real,” Stab recognized the appetite for something more observational. Less hype, more human. Ferrari Boyz is the answer.
This time around, the series is steered by Toby Cregan, a longtime friend of Stab, former full-time staffer, and one-third of surf-punk trio Skegss. Toby brings a uniquely relaxed energy to the project. There’s no sense of staging, no glossy commercial polish. Instead, what you get is something that feels like you’re there, sitting shotgun—sorry, “passenger princess”—in your favorite surfer’s car, watching the day unfold.
That level of authenticity comes down to the trust Toby has with the surfers themselves. His reputation and rapport grant him a kind of invisible access. He’s not a documentarian parachuting in; he’s part of the scene. That matters when your goal is to capture surfers not just as athletes, but as people—quirks, contradictions, half-eaten burritos and all.
Each episode in the new season operates like a snapshot: where they’re at, what they’re driving, what’s in their glovebox, what music’s playing, and how they’re feeling about surfing, life, and whatever else comes up when the camera’s just casually rolling. The cars are fun, sure, but they’re mostly a Trojan horse—a relaxed framing device to reveal the person behind the public persona.
And the rides are as varied as the characters. For some, it’s still the rugged practicality of a Land Cruiser or an old Hilux, weather-worn and stuffed with boardshorts, wax, and the odd sleeping bag. For others, it’s a vintage van or a slightly absurd sports car that screams, “I sold out for one good season.” But what unites them isn’t the vehicle—it’s how that vehicle fits their world.
It’s the unspoken connection between lifestyle and machine. How many hours have been spent in that front seat waiting for the tide to turn? How many flats changed in a remote car park at dusk? How many playlists cycled through on cross-country surf chases?
Beyond the machines, Ferrari Boyz excels in showing how these surfers live when they’re not trying to go viral or win heats. The series trades glamour for something more tangible—friendship, rhythm, boredom, stoke. It’s a celebration of surf culture at its most low-key, where the stakes are low and the vibes are high.
In that sense, Ferrari Boyz speaks to a broader shift in how surf media is evolving. For a while, content seemed caught between two poles: hyper-produced brand edits on one end, and raw DIY Instagram clips on the other. What Stab and Toby Cregan are offering here is a third way—narrative-driven, casually crafted, emotionally resonant content that reminds us why we fell in love with surf culture in the first place.
Because sometimes, the most memorable moments happen off the wave—on the drive to the break, on the way back from a dusty point, or during that weird pitstop lunch at a servo in the middle of nowhere. Those in-between scenes are what Ferrari Boyz captures so well. It’s about surfing, yes, but it’s also about the surf life—chaotic, hilarious, beautiful, and deeply relatable.
As the new season rolls out, we’re reminded that the car you drive might not say everything about you—but it definitely says something. And when that something is paired with the raw charisma and laid-back energy of surf’s most intriguing figures, you get a series that doesn’t just show us what’s cool—it shows us what’s real.
