Hot Rods from Outer Space 

                             Outer Reefs

  It was early morning and the streets were empty, and no one was about, except for two surfers driving, doing what most surfers do, going surfing. Flying through yellow lights as they were leaving the outskirts of the urban land. They had their new boards and wetsuits, and were on there way to a forgotten surf spot, that was a long distance away, and they were well prepared for their journey.

A man named Trace was at the wheel, his older son Tod sat sipping from his hot steaming cup.

Trace began complaining, “I can’t believe all the lights we had to go through, just to get out on the open road. It shouldn’t take to long getting there now, we have finally got this thing moving.”

And that was true, as they were flying along as fast as Trace could push it, he stated, “I am so sick of crowds, and I know this will still be a place where nobody goes.”

 

Tod spoke in between his sips, “How come nobody ever surfs at ‘Over and Outs’ Dad? I mean not even you, have surfed the place in years.”

“Well Son! There are razor sharp rocks, and a unpredictable jagged reef, with lots of rocks surfacing in the water. Did I forget to mention that?”

Tod, “Yes! You forgot! Is that why you never surf the place?”

Trace, “I just haven’t the time anymore, to drive and hike out there. With my schedule and all, I can barely find the time to surf in town. Back in the old days, my friends and I went to Over and Outs every chance we got. Why, I can remember this one day that the surf got so big...”.

Tod cut in, “Ever since I first started surfing, all I’ve heard from you, is how when you were my age, you surfed the best most long and perfect hollow waves at Overs. But I have never heard anyone ever mention the place but you.”

Trace defended, “That’s because if you look at it from the rocks, it appears unride-able. But, I know the way out, beyond the point, over to the outer reef, where it really happens. That’s how it became know as ‘over and outs.”

Tod warned, “Your driving fast Pop, slow down! Are you trying to brake the sound barrier?”

Trace, “Oh! I wasn’t noticing, I was just remembering the day we took our girls to Over’s Cove and your mother, well she wasn’t your mother yet, but while they were sunbathing...”

Tod interrupted, “You and mom have told me this story. Mom and her friends saw a UFO, but she told me later, it was more than likely just a plane.”

Trace, “We’ll what I didn’t tell you, was that day the surf was peeling off big hollow tubes.”

Tod was still sleepy and shut his eyes as he heard, blah blah best surf blah blah giant blahh my hot ride Blaaaa until he had faded away into Z land.

Trace awoke Tod as they had stopped at the shoreline. They parked at the end of a dirt road, where a few abandoned vehicles sat rotting. The first thing he saw looking out beyond the shore of a wave happy sea, was the Suns early light casting rainbow colors across the churning bubbly clouds.

They unloaded there boards, as Tod stopped, and stretched and said, “I hope this is not just folklore, and doesn’t turn out to be some junk spot.”

Trace acting offended, “Just believe your Pop! This spot is worth every ounce of your desires. Besides, you think I’m taking the time, and effort to do this just for fun?”

They packed up their boards and suits and began hiking the path of marbling mist, that followed the rocky beach along the brownish red wind sculptured cliffs.

As they were hiking along the shore, the intense heat was steaming upon the sea, that was dropping below the large bright golden Sun.

Trace said, “It really is going to be hot today, it’s warming up fast.”

Tod stopped at a tide pool, formed in the low tide reef, saying, “Dad look at that strange fish, it’s trapped in a reefs pool.”

Trace looked, “Oh yeah, that’s a Nephin, they’re colorful, but mean. They’ll eat every fish in your aquarium, and they don’t taste that good either.” As they continued on Tod asked, “Don’t you feel bad keeping fish in your aquarium, when fish should be free to swim in the sea?”

Trace replied, “Heck fish don’t know any better, they just think we’re all in an big aquarium anyway. They’re just here for our enjoyment, they ‘are pretty’ to look at, and if they weren’t suppose to be eaten, than they wouldn’t taste so damn good.”

They finally arrived at a rock reef plateau. Trace pointed out into the Sun, “There she blows, It’s not that big now, but once this tide starts to come in it’s going to pick up. To get out there, just paddle through that thin spot of goop, just stay on this side of those pentacle rocks, follow me.”

Tod expressed, “ I can’t see, the Sun is right in my eyes. I hope the water is clearer on the outer reef, than it is in here. Is this another reason why nobody surfs here, because of all the goop inside?”

Trace laughed, look you can see it’s peeling forever, I know the Sun is blinding, but I know what to look for, it’s good real good, you’ll see.”

They jumped in the water and started paddling next to one another, avoiding the protruding rocks and careful not to scrape there new boards.

As they paddled, “Tod asked how far out is it, anyhow?”

Trace not to discourage his son, “Pretty far, but it won’t take that long. to get out there. Hey! Don’t you love your new wetsuit, these work good in all temperatures.”

Tod smiled while paddling, “I know, these new thermal regulators are nice.”

Than in the near were perfect whirling overhead funnels were spinning off the jagged rocks, were surging waves lining up one after another, sucked the little remaining water from the already exposed reef. As they paddled into the line up Tod just couldn’t believe what was upon them For it was the most treacherous surf spot he had ever seen, or could have ever imagined. It was peeling top to bottom spinning sparkling and crystal clear. Fast thick lipped ledges shadowing the bottomless Vortex sucking

monsters, that blasted nuclear explosions of snarling spitting spray.

Once they had made there way outside of the action. Things calmed down a bit. Trace excitingly, “See, what have I been telling ya all along! This place really does get a little out of hand sometimes, I almost forgot how scary this place can get. This spot is a on/ off kinda place, but let me tell ya, you gotta surf this place when it gets big. Oh! Remember the stories I told ya, watch out for the line up angle changes every so often, depending on the swell, you’ll get a creeper set that will take you out, if your not paying attention.

Whoa! This one’s mine! Forgive me it’s been awhile. Trace starts paddling for a good size wave yelling, “Who’s your daddy?” as he stepped to stance and whipped the board under a fat pitching deep drop.

Tod sat out there looking back for his pop, not seeing was good meaning he was getting a good long ride. He kept looking back and trying to watch for a creeper. He was a little uncomfortable as the Waves overhead waves were growling passed him, hesitating on a couple chances to take off. Then he felt something brush by his leg, and he pulled them up instantly, on to his board and began to wobble unsteadily. Tod looked and saw his Dad. A surfer punched through the back of a wave and paddled right towards him, Tod thinking, ‘Well at least somebody else surfs Overs. Then just a little ways away another surfer suddenly emerged from below, popping up from the depths, and just sitting stern on his board, not moving and just stared at the Sun. His dark goggles held tightly wrapped around his skin head, and he had a strange small backpack strapped on.

Trace after his long ride had finally paddled back outside on the Outer reef to join up with his son. Yelling, “Wow! That was a good wave! Like old times! Oh! I see we have some company! Hello there guys! Good morning, good waves today! The surfer with a long mohawk, looked over at him sternly with his dark goggles, and replied, “Hey Wazup?”

Tod and his Dad noticed that both surfers were wearing those strange  backpacks, and were communicating to one another with some kind of hand language.

Then the Mohawk surfer stretched out flat across and held on to his board, and a propulsion system from his backpack shot a rocket blast, and he was off like a jet into the top of a good sized wave, standing up and diving into a powering drop. Trace took off paddling like crazy for the next wave and dropped in yelling, Your mine! All mine!

Tod still remained waiting for the right wave, though the waves seemed to had stopped pumping in, only forming couple smaller waves that were breaking on the rock showing reef inside.

Soon both Trace and the other guy were back outside waiting for another wave. Trace yelled, “I think it stopped, you never know, this place is on and off, Over and Out.” The other surfer with a stripped tribal tattoo that wrapped his body was waiting near them quietly staring out to sea.

Trace asked, “Are you guys local to this break.” And the tattooed surfer answered, No Dude! Your the locals, we’re from another reef, a reef much further away.”

“Where is that?” Tod asked.

The Tattoo surfer answered,“ Would you believe we are from another planet. We sometimes surf here in the mornings before it gets too hot!”

Tod and his father laughed, Trace said, “I agree those rocket packsyou have are outta this world.”

The mohawk guy introduced himself, “I’m Sid, and that’s Quazi.”

That’s Tod my son, and I’m Trace, “So where are you really from?”

Sid answered, “We come from a surf reef way far beyond.“

Quazi added, “but it’s not far the way we travel.

Check this out!” Said Sid as he pushed on a his strange wrist watch, and an  a gushing mound of waves formed as an emerging huge silver Disk rose up from the depths, water poured from the craft forcing a fountain of rolling waves. Whoa, Tod and Trace jaws dropped open, as the were ahhh d' by spectacular flame painted spacecraft that ascended to the surface, rushing white water waves rushed towards them as the sun reflecting craft settled into a floating vessel.

Quazi hollard, "Sometimes when the surfs flat we make it go up and down to make waves for us. Cool huh?

 Sid asked, “Have you dudes ever rode in a flying saucer?” Both Trace and Tod silently nodded their heads from side to side, still in complete astonishment and dismay.

Quazi then started paddling towards the spacecraft. Sid hollered “Come on! Let’s go for a ride. We’ll show you where we surf, a perfect barreling reef, well when it gets big that is.” The dudes began paddling towards the craft and Trace motioned to his son, ‘come on we wouldn't want to miss this for the world,’ and started paddling after them following them to the craft.

Tod remained sitting on his board, asking, “Dad you sure we want to do this?”

“Trace stopped looked back, “Hey Tod! These guys are cool! This is a chance of a life time, a big ride in the sky, let’s go!”

Tod agreed to go, as a round door at the edge of the saucer opened. They all began climbing in, as they helped pull each in along with their boards.

Sid pointed to, where a old single fin long surfboard table, center pieced six soft cushioned circular seats. Sid offered, “Make your self comfortable, you’ll enjoy the ride, this craft is really a blast to fly.” The door shut, as they buckled in. Quazi had already fastened their boards to a strange wall racks. Trace saw everything was silver and shining, he asked, “Where did you guys get a freaking flying saucer anyway?”

Sid who now had put on a shiny silver suit, with a ray gun looking thing strapped to his hip, and Quazi appeared in from a small room dressed the same. “We work for an air force, these are our uniforms. Do you like em? Makes us feel cool, and more into our roles?”

Sid set down at a seat with a large screen in front of him, and he grabbed hold of a steering wheel, made out of a chrome chain. Off they went whirling up across the sky. Okay you liked our Zepher packs we use for surfing, check this out dudes. Sid pushed a button on a console, and Wham! Like a thousand Gs from a cannon, they were gone, and moving at light speed within a flash.

Sid asked, “How was that for warp boyz?” After a few minutes the Gs started decreased, as if they were already slowing down, until they were in a stationary hover.

Sid said, “Welcome to our planet, now let‘s check our surf! Hey, it’s going off, cool man. It has gotten good since this morning. They all sat with grins, looking at the screen.

Quazi asked, “Is it a good day for a thong check dude or what? Look at the Babes today. Can we show them our x-ray beam.? Oh, that‘s right.”

Sid answered, “We’re out of x-ray bulbs! Oh! Look there’s a couple hotties down there by the seawall.”

Quazi, Trace, and Tod, all unbelted and jumped to the screen. Trace smiled, your ladies look fantastic, Oh! There‘s one rippin on a big wave, and they surf good too!” Trace and Tod looked at each other, and then looked back at the screen. Tod stated, “We’re surprised to see how crowded your surf is here.”

Sid stated, “Dudes, on this planet, it’s the thing! Almost everybody and their mother surfs these days.”

Sid with his mohawk dried and standing on it's ends as if he had been electrically shocked, we’ve gotta drop by, you know report to the base, and we need to collect a check.

We’ll come back here in awhile, and nab some barrels to surf when it glasses off before dark.”

At that moment Quazi snuck up behind Trace and Tod with his ray gun in hand, shot them both into a deep sleep.

Tod later awoke wrapped in a type of fish net tin foil, suspended in a glass tube. Next to him was his father still unconscious wrapped the same in a similar tube. They were in some type of laboratory, with test tubes and equipment all around. Tod unable to move, he could clearly see around the room, there was a dinning table and chairs, with a setting of plates, forks, and knives. Before him was a large vat of hot and bubbling boiling water. Several men entered the room and one stood looking at Tod licking his lips, and said, “Good they’re imported, and fresh from the sea.” One of the man stepped near Tod’s glass tube, close enough for him to read a badge pinned to his shirt, Secure V4-level 1, Jim Smith, Area 51 Nevada .

 

                                                  Dallion 7th