What do you think would happen if The now Kelly Slater was able to travel back into time without his gear and show up at Malibu,Ca. 1962 ?
How would he get what he needed to surf like he likes ?
Would he be able to create riches from knowing the future ?
Or would he be tarred,feathered and ran out on a rail ?
Think of the possibilities…Herb
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Hi Herb
I think the future would be unrecognizable due to the disruption of the time stream.
Events of the past would be radically altered by his knowledge of the future.Unless he was
to be completely rejected by those he encountered.His influence would need to be minimal
or non existentant to not alter the future.
He’d totally rip the place apart… people would think he surfs funny… and because there was no WCT, he’d get a job as a waiter at Paradise Cove… he’d be stoked that he could surf Malibu with no one out… he’d buy a nice house at Point Dume… chicks would dig him… guys would too… he’d probably still have hair… he could influence the way Al Merrick shaped surfboards (although according to the tree Al started shaping in 1967, and his main influence was Dick Brewer - LOL)
What do you think would happen if The now Kelly Slater was able to travel back into time without his gear and show up at Malibu,Ca. 1962 ?
He’d be like the average Joe…
How would he get what he needed to surf like he likes ?
The future.
Would he be able to create riches from knowing the future ?
Nope.
Or would he be tarred,feathered and ran out on a rail ?
exactly.
Think of the possibilities…Herb
Slater did what he did on the equipment provided to him. Ever seen him surf a longbaord??? NOT pretty…
He was in the right time at the right place…
He had long since passed on. Its funny, how much you can learn about someone by probing the memories of his friends. We’d read his book and it gave insights but the real keys came from memory reps (represented) that were cyberized in the early 2000s’.
We saw waves and how it was like to surf pre engines. It was so difficult how they actually paddled with their hands. And how could they swim when those leashes would break and w/out nano fold swim fins. I love the remote leash . . . your board gently self propels back via the micro turbines on the bottom. Power comes via the motions of the surfer and the waves slapping it.
I wanted to get the NU MU TU model, you can duck dive and its instantly charged for 4 hours of board propulsion.
Time travel was new . . . most of the time, the Prime Directive was not to interfere, just to interact and live within the culture. It was only recently that we were able to send people back and return them. Bless Neira Sandavi, she found a trick: Since time travel requirese the use of a black hole . . .
and returning required the same for living objects. We can’t transport large space ships back due to their size and possibly of discovery. but you could use a suns energy to transport non living things back.
she found out if you travel to the sun of the system, use the final call of the time machine to advance several billions of years where the sun is a dying star, and detonate a pocket nuke, thus collapsing the dying star into a black hole, using the black hole form a parabolic bend, having two black holes one in the future and one in the present, allowing you or anyone living to return to the present or what time you were sent from originally.
To send Kelly Slater back in time, it did not take long to convince him. Golf still existed and since he wanted to be a golf superstar, he could.
He also wanted to be a legend surfer and change things.
We had to lug two HQMS time machines, they were the fighter jet sized ones, and disguised our time machine as a AC-119K cargo gunship plane from the old national country called USA.
Kelly met us in San Diego, during the 2008 NAS Miramesa air show (the SD air port authority won their bid and the Feds rolled over because NAS El Toro got its major area 51 -esque expansion was better for training marine pilots anyways).
He wanted to go, but we had to wait for the air show to end (its a 2 day event) for our disguise. We went. back to 1962. Since Myriam’s (she’s our black hole and time navigator ancestry dated back to Han people of this nation called Tsina or China) and both pilots looked of Spanish descent (Shrekenold known as Shrek and Rich ‘Bear’ Bastins, both dudes well versed in old school flying), we had to drop Kelly off at Malibu with Nikita (cultural expert). Roman (defense and weapons guy) was Caucasian enough to pass. He would lounge and cruise around in his 62 Bel Aire. Thats what he wanted to do anyways. We would use our guise and participate in some far away war known as Apocaplyse Now.
We were lucky, we had stun ammo and our plane had skin slick shields plus we had energy human shield devices. The thing about prime directive is if you fit the situation you weren’t breaking it, meaing the AC-119K would blend in as a US air force gunship, and a vietnamese looking crewmember would be good fit.
Nikita told us not to harm anyone if possible and to make things look real. I rolled my eyes. Hard to do. We had tons of Great Nazi war and Holocaust participation where in self defense our future had to kill some past . . . but history wasn’t rewritten.
And Kelly and her jumped off and we were up in the air.
As they approached the beach, Kelly wanted a board. “We’ll have to buy one, I got some currency. Hey there’s a shop. They have wooden boards.” Kelly grabbed her hair, “Hey, stop it!!” Kelly smiled at the blonde woman, her green eyes narrowing at him, “Can’t help it. Future girls have such soft hair, its unreal.”
The first shop they ran into had this guy in a cowboy hat, a sparkling eye. His stately western inspired mustache was neat and he bellowed out, “Hello m’lady,” He gently took her hand and kissed the top of it. Then he extended his hand out to Kelly. “Hello mister. Take a look around, we got reasonable boards. I’m the Hawk.” Kelly told him, “Name’s Kelly. Kelly Slater.”
The Hawk laughed, “Like the boy named Sue. Good to meet ya!”
Kelly frowned, whispering at her, “These are too heavy.” She shrugged, “This isn’t the turn of the 21st century.”
“Hey Mr. Hawk, uh do you got anything smaller?” A glimmer and the Hawk took a 9’4 down, “This a a 8 footer for the lady.” He mosied up to her and held it out. “Whats your name missy?” Nikita nods, “Nicole.” Kelly said, “Aren’t you Nikita?” She hissed at him, “Nikita sounds Russian which is communist, which won’t fit in 1962 USA!!” The Hawk laughed, “Yes, your daughter is a handful.”
Kelly asked, "Do you have something shorter, 6 foot . … you know . … " A laugh followed, but Kelly’s steel gaze set upon the Hawk’s sparkle. “Oh you’re like the Aussies. Well come out back here. Your daughter can come.”
Kelly tousled Nikita’s hair, “Yes honey, c’mon.”
There it was . . . A single finned board, out of foam and fiber glass, “This is it. The Aussie Beater. I developed it from my pig board.” No one had spoken, but the words rang out in their minds.
Kelly salivated, “Yes. How much?” Velzy laughs, “If you can surf it, its yours!!! No one can stand up for more than a 3 seconds. Much less ride a wave. Except me, but it ain’t smooth.”
They went out there. Malibu had a six foot thump to it and wave peeled out. Kelly paddled out and caught the wave, rode it down. He slashed at it, going up and down and the Hawk laughed, “You’re going to fall.” But Kelly did not. Laughter turned to a smile, then frown, and then some explicits, and a hat into the sand. “You made one wave!? Congrats on your free board!!!” He turned and stormed off mumbling something about, “Dem aussies musta show him a thing or two.” The Hawk looked at the surf, “What the hell am I doing out here, I should be out there.” He dashed off to get his favorite board.
Nikita was bored. There was a 8 foot board and a blonde girl next to it, she had kept look at Nikta. “Hey, hows it going?” she approached Nikita, “My name’s Gidget. What’s yours?” Nikita nods, “Nicole.” Gidget jumped up and down, “Hey have you tried surfing? It’s fantastic!” Nikita goes, “Kinda.” Gidget says, “Lets go! I have a board, I’ve been trying to get another girl but no one wants to go.” Ah, thought Nikita, she wants a friends to surf with, cool, for sec I thought she was lesbo.
As they paddled out Kelly screamed, ‘Whoooo!!’ Kelly dug a rail and fell off, “Opps.” He did a rope pulling motion before he realized there was no leash. He swam in after his board.
Gidget was on a wave and riding how, trimming straight. “Get one!!” She hollered past Nikita. Nikita paddled out and got one. She turned and surprisingly she turned and began to go up and down past face. “Whooo hoooooo whew hee hee!”
Nikita felt the sting of the summer water. No 2mm top, she mused. After a few waves suddenly Gidget’s face turned white and paddled furiously in, “Shark?” Gidget yelled back, “No, a cat!!”
Nikita turned to paddle but the sun fell away as a shadow raced across the sand. A tall man, in a beared and crystal gaze heaved over, knee paddling so fast it drew a wake. He cut her off from paddling after Gidget.
"So . . . " his voice was far away and gruff. “It has been done. First Gidget and now you. Three’s a crowd.”
She laughed nervously, “But its only us two.” The black longboard bumped into her wooden 8 foot balsa. She swore the balsa cringed. “No.” Kelly yelled, ‘Hey OUTSIDE!!’ . Kelly caught the first wave, but the stranger took one paddle and stood up, as Nikita padded for the outside. The wave seemed to move to catch the black longboard, and he streaked down. “This is mine.” He trimmed past Kelly Slater.
“No way!!” Kelly pumped and slashed, racing up to him. The black board came around in a round house, but Kelly went verticale and it missed. Both came down. They jockeyed. Kelly tried to push the longboarder off but it was like pushing a cliff face. The black rider tried to get to Kelly, but he would flick away. “A little unbalanced?” A gruff grin. “Kelly watch out.” In a classic move, Kelly looked at Nikita, as the black longboard cutback, and Kelly shot in front. The black board punched out through the curl, smashing into Kelly’s board and he fell off. The black nose clubed his skinhead, and the curl claimed them both. The stranger falling in mid air, grabbed the tail of his board as he slid down the face, pulled back on and stood up to trim down the face, catlike deft cross stepping to the nose.
I have to get one in, get away from this guy. Nikita’s heart raced as she tried to catch one but it wasn’t enough, as the swell ran under her. The man in black appeared beyond the next breaker. He stared her down and her hands covered her breasts as if he could see through her. “Sorry.” Then a smiled at her. “Next one is yours.” She smiled, “Thanks.” Hook line and sink her, he smiled. “Go! sets coming, pick one.”
She went for the second one, a large six footer, paddled as he told her, “Go Gidget.” and held her form as she bottom turned and began to cruise up and down. She realized her mistake, as she saw him launch of the third wave. The third one was faster and joined up with hers. “Please,” she cried and pumped down the line. But he trimmed and got closer. “This will be last wave girlie. Go back to Surfrider!!”
He came down and his board crashed into hers with such force it split in twain. But he pulled it back with finess and as she fell smashed into the open face of the water.
Gidget screamed, rushing to help her new friend. Both girls came out, and there was a young man. He smiled. “I see your boards got thrashed. My names Morey.” He looked at Nikita, “Sorry about the board ma’am. Want to try this one?”
She held it, it was soft and spongy. “Uh . . .” Kelly stood in group of surfers, holding a red towel. “Dude, its not so bad . . . but you might wanna get that sewed up.” The lifeguards usher him away.
Gidget grinned. “Yeah, show them Nikki. You took on da cat!!!” She shrugs. the board was small, 5 foot, with a little stub fin. “Ok.” Nikita looked at Kelly. “I have to.”
Kelly watched as she paddled out. She swallowed. The sets were few an far between and on every wave was the pirate longboard.
He laughed at her, but she ducked dived the waves. A wave came and she was on it. The cat came down and almost caught her. But as his board hit her, she crouched and grabbed it and it bounced away. He swatted her board again, and again. But it would not split or crunch or knock out from under her. “What her board?” The Cat trimmed deep fading into the curl, and the black missile come out and struck her little morey board in the middle. She hung on and the curl flipped her up and she spun down the face like a top. Recovering as the da cat swam after his board as the white wash crashed over her and she rode it in. The crowd at the beach was cheering. “This is the best. Whoa look at those boards.” A guy with board with an M on it on the beach nodded and rubbed his jaw.
Morey laughed. “Wasn’t that fun!!!” Gidget laughed, let me try!!" She got one and rushed out to join Nikita. Kelly Slater, “I can’t take this no more!”
He asked for one. He rushed out. Roman nodded from his car, “heh like she needs help. ladies? Do you want to go for a ride.” He smiled at the swimming suited ladies.
Redondo beach surfer to another surfer, “Hey didja hear at Malibu? They had some girl on a rock proof indestructable inflatable board couldn’t be pushed off a wave by da cat??”
Myriam was waxing her Harbour when the Bear came back, "Yo man, check this out, look at that. Article with kids at Malibu . . . upstaging that criminal surfer guy in black. I had to pull the plug on this. she knew better . . . violating the prime directive. “Ok our time here is done!” She stared out, “Man this place was cool. Except the the coeds at China Beach. Too crowded.”
“Take me back. I’ve never been laughed at. They, the contest guys keep saying I make too many mistakes. And I can’t nose ride.” Kelly lamented. Nikita shrugs, “I guess they don’t want ASP contest surfing yet. They’re not ready. Yeah, Gidget’s getting on my nerves.”
Nikita replied, “YEah, lets go!! Commander is signalling us.”
Roman shrugged, “I have to give away my car??” The commander nods. "Hey can you guys do that flash to erase my memory. Like in that MOvie men in black. " Myriam ran it in her movie database, “Oh I get it . . . here,”
Kelly had been asking for me to authorize that. He had been dubbed the fool, the jester, motley, squirrel, because his shortboarding style was too squirrely and looked like he was falling all the time. Finally the Cat dubbed him fall guy and it Fall Guy it was . . .
Nikita was called La Femme Nikita from some vactioning french guy and it stuck. She had to say goodbye to Gidget. Nikita had lied and said she had terminal cancer and she didn’t want Gidgit to see her waste away. It didn’t matter Gidget had found a new girl to be best friends with and it was a girl from her own time.
There was this Aussie who had silently watched everything. The Hawk realized his small board might have some merit. And this guy Morey, was selling his 5 foot lay down board, couldn’t make them fast enough after people saw what Nikita did with them.
Gidget and her friends made Malibu crowded and then it changed after that.
“Hey we need to go back. We accidentally forgot the Flex Capacitor on the Ho Chi Minh trail . . .” I groaned. Time to work again.
whew…what she said
I think he’d be as welcome, and therefore understood, as a BASE jumper at the Wright Bros. first attempt.
Thers seems to be a TIME thats just right for new things, Roy Stewarts boards, Blakestahs fins, Harrisj and his RedTip hydrofoil fin, ( or now FCS’s)
We all know Roy…and Roy could spend 100 years flogging his annular fins/foil/bigboards and it may take 100 years more for it to gain even a small following, if at all.
Unfortuneately its more likely to be swift obscurity.
Unless the TIME is ripe for him.
Iconic staus could be just a post away.
It never pays to be too slow or too far ahead of the herd, (because the herd is a commitee).
So something as NEW as KS, at that time…, wouldnt have been given a moments glance, derision aplenty thou.
As it is today and shall continue.
(Unless it has the McQwikVonRip label)
**** maybe he did go back and Quicksilver is actually his baby…K wik-S ilver…( K.S.) ****
maybe !!?
Maybe we have snookered ourselves into NOT looking for the future of surfing and just waiting for it to be presented, (in a suitable range of acceptable colours of course.)
Possibly the guys back in the 60’s might have been ’ non-corporate affiliated ’ men and seen KS for the genius he is.
Its worth a thought.
spuuuut.
I think he’d be as welcome, and therefore understood, as a BASE jumper at the Wright Bros. first attempt.
Thers seems to be a TIME thats just right for new things,
I just read through all this…really don’t you guys think it would depend on why he surfs?
If the fame and fortune are important he’d have an unhappy time. If fairly empty waves count, he’d have a blast, and that would probably get him welcomed. If he knew of all the surf all over the world he would probably do what he could with materials and then vanish. Or maybe he would move to the Hollywood Hills and be a 60’s rock star…he’d pretty much done it all as a surf god.
I think he would get a guitar, and a board (or 15) and find his way to pipe.
Hell, Tyler Hatzikian wasn’t the guru he is now 'til he found longboards…
In 62 any board under 9’ was considered cheating or a “sissy board”. chances are that Mickey Dora and the boys would have laughed him off the beach before they saw him “ride”. His style would not have been “surfing”, but more water acrabatics.
I think the more interesting question would be based on the premise that KS had no experience with the contemporary surfing world; i.e., suppose he was born in 1945 with the same basic talent and raw physical ability. Clearly, the guy is a phenomenal athlete and surfer. My guess is that he would have been a standout, but not a freak. He would have fit right in with Edwards, Dora, Doyle, Weber, Carson, Nuuhiwa and many others stars of that era. I think every age, every generation has its bright lights, and I don’t think the best surfers of the 60s were all that different in terms of pure physical ability than the best surfers of the current generation. Sure the moves are different, but the basic human beings aren’t that different. There are geniuses in every era. The idea of progress in art and sport is an illusion.
I think every age, every generation has its bright lights, and I don’t think the best surfers of the 60s were all that different in terms of pure physical ability than the best surfers of the current generation. Sure the moves are different, but the basic human beings aren’t that different. There are geniuses in every era.
Excellent point.
!!! I just had almost the exact same e-mail “conversation” with someone about “technology”. Someone hopefully playing the Devil’s Advocate reminded me of recent newspaper articles that assert that the youth of today are the smartest and most technologically savy generation in history. “Even cash registers are more complex computing devices than even enthusiasts had available 25 years ago”. The zinger this morning is an article on Yahoo! about instant messaging and how young people are more into it than older people.
My comeback is that while cash registers may be smart, the average kid can’t count out change even if they can figure it. Instant messaging is more popular with young people because it’s all about fun. Somebody who has instant messaging where they work all day sees it more like the rattling of chains, a summons which no matter how trivial must be answered.
I take it you guys have all seen this footage of Kelly surfing Malibu, but if not enjoy… its amazing what that guy can do…
…Kelly is a uber-driven individual ( much like T. Woods, Jordan), Are you suggesting he goes back in time knowing what he knows now, or was just born back then, learning with the old equipment & such. Either way, waves & the draw of the ocean are infinite, & he would have excelled, maybe not as the best of the best, but one of the top riders of the day. I saw some footage recently of him surfing j-bay on a fish, from the movie ‘Chords’ I believe, he looked a little tenitive, it looked as if he wasn’t used to the board. I’d like to see him seriously surf a variety of different shapes, in a variety of conditions, for about a year & document his feedback on each shape & design. Everything from Olo’s to 5’4 fish…might make a good doc. film project…
Hi everybody,
I guess KS won his first competition at 8. And it was so impressive because he defeated a bunch of kids riding an old bodyboard. Who knows what he would do on those tanks…
P.S. - This thread started because some of us have forgotten to take those pink pills…
P.S. - This thread started because some of us have forgotten to take those pink pills…
Pink pills? I don’t think I have any of those. I try to take one of as many different colors as I can find every day or two, so you would think I would remember.
Hey, look…it’s the weekend! Amazingly with surf, too!
he’s agifted athlete and would have been one of the top “hotdoggers” of the era, ridding for siimons, then jacobs, weber and yater, rounding out in the shortboard era on zephyrs and liddles, and currently seen on surftechs…(barf)