Synchronicity

"Hey Jase, don�t leadfoot it through here eh? It�s a 100 zone okay? You know how the cops love to suss this stretch."

"Relax. I had my speedo checked. It reads ten percent high. When it says 110 we�re only doing 100. Besides, they won�t do you for being 10 kays over anyway. I even know this chick who got done for 125 in a 100 zone, and she went to court and got off."

"Oh yeah, which chick was that?"

"Ah, just someone�"

"Hmm. Well, it doesn�t hurt to take it easy anyway"

"Come on Anna, I drive this road all the time. And today the surf is pumping! Whoo-hoo!"

"Yeah! Hey� It�s not going to be too big is it? Do you reckon I�ll be right with my six-four?"

"Six-four�s fine, I�ve got my six-six and I use that in nearly everything except big Lennox. Don�t worry, you�ll handle it. Hey, if it�s good we might get two surfs in. Any time you�re supposed to be back?"

"Not really. I�m studying. Got my finals coming up. It�s okay, I�ll catch up later. You?"

"Old man Jackson wants me to run the power to his new shed. He can wait. Surf comes first."

"Hey, what about Davo and Skink? You reckon they�ll be up yet?

"Doubt it. They had the big Sunday footy session up the pub last night. When I left they were both off their faces and talking about going back to Mick�s place and kicking on. My mobile�s in the glovey. Why don�t ya give �em a call?"

"They�ll be spewing if the surf�s classic and they miss out".

"Probably been spewing already, knowing the way those two get into the drink and the choof."

"Go hard or go home, eh? What a bunch. Now, where�s your phone� Wow, what a dinosaur! Looks like a walkie-talkie or something� Why don�t you get one of those cute little new ones?"

"I�ve tried �em and the buttons are so close together I always end up pushing two or three of the bloody things at once. Besides, every man and his dog�s got one."

"Oops, sorry. Forgot what a rugged individualist you are. Now, here, let�s see: phone book� Okay, here�s Skink�s mobile so� I�ll try that okay? Oh shit! Jase, look! Cops, there at the bend! Slow down!"

"Relax Anna, I had em spotted at the top of the straight.� See? Nothing. They�ll of had their radar on us all the time... See? They didn�t even blink. We�re cool."

"Okay, okay. Sorry. You know how this highway makes me nervous."

"Yeah� Now, are you gonna call those two pissheads or what?"

"Oh, yes, is Mrs Cartwright there please?"

"She is, but she�s just in the shower right now. Can I take a message?"

"Is this her husband?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Mr Cartwight, it�s Marjorie Hoffman calling from Ballina Base Hospital. I�m afraid your mother-in-law has been taken rather ill."

"I see� How ill?"

"Well, it�s serious I�m afraid. She�s had a very nasty fall in her bathroom; she�s broken her hip and femur, but there�ve been complications� I�m afraid the staff didn�t find her until some time had passed. There�s been a lot of internal bleeding, her core temperature got very low and she�s been in shock. It�s put a big strain on her heart. We think it�s advisable for your wife to come as soon as possible, if she would like to see her."

"How soon?

"We can�t make any assurances beyond tomorrow. She�s stable now and we�re doing all we can, but�"

"I understand. Look, I don�t know what to do. It�s eight o�clock now, there�s no way we can get on a flight this evening. The car�s in the workshop for major repairs �"

"I appreciate it�s awkward. I�m just duty bound to tell you"

"Look, I�ll let my wife know and we�ll see if we can sort something out. Can I get your number? Okay� Yes� Alright, got that, thanks. Look, I�ll give you my mobile too, just in case; it�s 0316 723 354."

"Thanks Mr Cartwright. If there�s anything else this evening I�ll call you on that number. Otherwise just ring and speak to the duty nurse tomorrow."

"Thanks."

"Whatd�ya reckon Col? Should I zap �em?

"May as well. They look alright to me, but."

"Yeah. Anyway, let�s do our job." Target locked, steady three-second tone. "102. Easy. Gee, I love these new head-up displays."

"Thought they were okay. Just a couple of kids goin� for a surf and being sensible about it. Bloody hell, that takes me back�"

"Yeah, the Sarge said you were a bit of a surfing legend in your day."

"Mate, a couple of us used to keep a board in the patrol car. The boys would radio when the conditions were good and you could stop off for a wave at the end of your shift. Things were different back then. Try that now and some talkback radio dickhead wants a royal commission into police bloody corruption."

"Must have been pretty cruisy for you huh?

"In some ways. But Jesus Christ, there were so many accidents. The road was single lane all the way. Overtaking was a nightmare, and so was cleaning up afterwards. So many people� You haven�t done a head-on yet. Believe me, you don�t want to. It�s the families that get you. You knock on the door and you try and break it to them but they don�t really listen, they know already and they just stare at you �cause they know what you�ve just seen� And they wanna ask but they�re scared and they can�t�"

"Shit."

"Nobody should have to see that stuff." A crackle of static and the operator�s voice

"Unit 1 do you read over"

"Col here."

"Hey Col� Jarrod with you?"

"Where else?"

"Then you can let him know his wife�s just gone into labour. Everything�s fine, she�s on her way to hospital now."

"Arrggghhh! Whoooo! Today I�m gonna be a father�!"

"Thanks Frank, I think he got that. Col out."

"Geez, just a few more hours and.. Shit Col, I� Talk about the old �Manic Monday�! I think I�m gonna cry!"

"Yeah, I�d be crying too if I was you, stud. That�s the rest of your life comprehensively rooted, heh heh heh. Seriously though, congratulations. And don�t worry, it�ll all be okay. These things go like clockwork: they got epidurals and all that stuff. They reckon it�s like pulling a tooth..."

"But I wanna be there!"

"Relax, you will be. I�ve got a feeling we�re in for a quiet day."

"Too bloody quiet the way I�m feeling right now. Hey, should we maybe go find another possie? I reckon they can see us here too early for us to bust anyone."

"Keen as beans aren�t ya? Okay hotshot, we�ll head back up north a bit, I know a pretty good spot, it�s usually good for a few tickets."

"Fuck me dead, is it always this boring?"

"Only if you�re lucky, son."

"Rob, hi. It�s Pete."

"Pete! To what do I owe the pleasure this fine Sunday evening?"

"Trouble, I�m afraid. Diane�s mum�s had a turn. It�s pretty bad. "

"She was living in some retirement village up the coast wasn�t she?"

"Ballina, yeah. Listen, they�ve told us we should try to get there tomorrow if we want to see her."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah, I know. I�ve checked and there are no flights to Lismore until tomorrow evening. The train�s already left and it was fully booked anyway."

"Right�"

"Diane�s a mess and I just think the best thing to do is get there any way we can. I�d be driving right now except we did the timing belt yesterday; I�ve called the car hire companies but they won�t deliver at this time of night. One place has got a suitable one but we�d have to go and pick it up. I was wondering if maybe you could give us a ride down there. I was hoping I could leave you the house keys too if that�s okay. I don�t know how long we�ll be away so it�d be good if you could keep an eye on the place."

"Mate. Just take my wheels."

"Not the Beamer?"

"Yeah, sure the Beamer. No skin off my nose, I mainly use the little hatchback during the week. I just take the roadster for a spin on weekends. You know, �big boys toys� and all that."

"Rob, that�s a huge call. Are you positive?"

"Come on Pete. Sure I�m sure."

"But there�s no telling how long we might be away."

"Don�t worry, we can sort that out later. There�s no real hurry. Well, I have got a pretty hot date on Sunday, so I guess if you see it�s going to be a few days, you could even leave Diane up there and drive back yourself. She can always get a flight later, can�t she? Otherwise, I�ll break it: �treat em mean, keep em keen� I always say."

"Rob, you always were the man for a crisis. I feel like I�ve called my brains trust."

"Natch. Now listen, I�ll just square things away here and then I�ll be round in say� one hour? I�ll hang out while you get ready, and then you can drop me back home on the way through."

"Rob, you�re a legend."

"C�est moi. Ciao"

"Di honey. Rob says he�ll lend us his car!"

"What� not that macho thing of his?"

"Uh-huh. But listen�"

"With the silly number plate?"

"Yes, that one. But it�s one helluva car and miles better than any rent-a-heap we could get, and I for one will feel much safer in it. Now, come on, let�s get a few things together. If we leave in good time tonight we�ll be there by tomorrow lunchtime. I�ll have to try and call work somewhere along the way, but that�s the least of our worries right now."

"Ummm� hello?"

"Skink, wake up!"

"Oh man� who is it? Hey, wow� Chantelle?

"Skink you fool, you�re dreaming. It�s me Anna. Get it together, it�s pumping!!"

"Anna?"

"The surf! It�s going off! Get your arse into gear, grab your board, and get out there!"

"Goin� off?"

"Yeeesss!! Four foot of east-southeast swell, offshore wind, and three hours to low tide. Wake up Davo and tell him to pull finger!"

"Whooo!! Alright!! The number one hangover cure! Surf-a-rama!! Oi� Where are you?"

"I�m heading up the highway with Jase. We checked Anga�s earlier but it was crowded and a bit full. Jase reckons Chinaman�s, so we�re on our way now."

"Oh yeah, Chinaman�s would be good. Maybe Davo �n� I should just head there."

"Jase says no rush. It�ll be offshore all day. He reckons you should check there first. The point might be getting better with the dropping tide."

"OK. I�ll go wake Davo. He�s crashed out in his van. Call us when you get there and let us know if it�s any good. It�s one of the best waves on the coast on its day. Just watch out for Noahs. Check ya."

"Well, what did he say?"

"He was still asleep. He thought I was Chantelle. Trying to crack onto her last night again was he?"

"I dunno about that. I did see him standing next to her at the bar, just about dribbling into her ear and trying to write his number on a coaster. I think she took it just to get rid of him. Hey, where were you last night?"

"Studying. Anyone interesting up there?"

"Same old, same old."

"What about that new chick? The single mum? They say she�s pretty hot."

"Haven�t met her yet. Sounds perfect for Skink, actually: instant family, eh? Might be what he needs to straighten him out."

"Well, she�s female and unattached, so I�m sure she�ll met him sooner or later. Or vice-versa. Poor guy, once he�s had enough to drink he reckons he�s irresistible. Hey, maybe that�s why I never seem to see you get drunk: you think you�re irresistible all the time."

"Very funny. You know I�ll have a few beers, but I decided a long time ago that I�d rather surf than lie around with a hangover. You snooze, you lose. Anyway, so what�s the story with those two clowns?"

"Skink�s gonna wake Davo and then go check the point. He wants us to call from Chinaman�s if it�s any good. Oh yeah, he reckons it�s pretty sharky up there� Is that right?"

"There�s sharks along the whole North Coast. Byron used to be out of control, there was a meatworks there years ago that pumped blood and guts straight into the water. Tallows is still dodgy: it gets some unreal waves but a lot of guys won�t surf it."

"What about Chinaman�s?"

"I�ve never seen one there, but I�m sure they�re around. Look babe, every surfer thinks about sharks, and sooner or later you�re probably going to see one. Yeah, you think about the risk, I s�pose, but when you see those perfect waves just like, peeling� Don�t worry, you�ll be straight out there."

"I guess it�s kinda like driving� If you thought about it too much, you�d never do it, huh?"

"Guess not."

"Jase� What happened� You know, up at Byron?"

"Happen? Nuthin�� Why?"

"I don�t know, you never seem to talk about it. I remember when you came back, you were different somehow. Quieter, but like, more intense, you know? And distant. For a while I wasn�t sure if we were still friends�"

"We�ll always be friends, babe."

"Jase, our friendship means so much to me you know. And like, when you said you�d take me surfing - you know, teach me stuff - I was like �wow!� It�s pretty special, huh? That we can be friends like that I mean�"

"Huh? Sorry?"

"I said� Ah, nothing."

"Davo, Davo, wake up. The surf�s goin� off!"

"Christ, stop bangin� will ya! I�m awake, okay? Oi, jump in while I finish rolling this joint."

"Cool!"

"Whassa time?"

"Just after nine. Right, now listen: Anna rang me on the mobile, she says the surf�s happening. She and Jase checked Angas but gave it a miss - bit too full and crowded. They�re doing the bolt to Chinaman�s."

"Shit, that�s a good call. Man, that Jason, he�s so switched on. The bastard�s not human, he hardly drinks, and he�s always out there when the surf�s good. Not like me. Ah God, why do I have to get so PISSED?!"

"Coz you�re a pisshead. Hey, pass me that thing will ya� Anyway, no hurry, the tide�s still dropping and they reckon it�s gonna be offshore all day. We can just cruise down the shops and get some breakfast, then go check the point."

"Jeez, I�m starvin� and me head�s spinnin�. Right, let�s go for a bacon and egg roll at Maria�s. We can pick up your board and wettie on the way."

"Hey, do you reckon Jase and Anna�"

"Nah, they�re just mates. Have been since they were kids. They�re hangin out a lot lately I guess coz Jase�s been teaching her to surf; didn�t have much choice really, that girl pestered him like you wouldn�t believe. But I tell you what, she�s a natural. And now it looks like she�s starting to go for it too. Chinaman�s eh? Go hard, young chicky babe!

"Man, she�s awesome. I would so love to have a cute girlfriend who surfs� Hey, Davo� If Jase isn�t interested, do you reckon he�d mind if I, like, made a move�?"

"Pull your head, in you dork."

"Alright, alright. Hey� What do you reckon about that Chantelle? She asked me for my number last night� I reckon I could be in with a chance!"

"I reckon you should get your hand off it, Skink."

(�)

"Jeez, I dunno. What d�you think?"

"Mate, it�s not as good as I thought it�d be. Perfect conditions, but� I reckon Jase made the right call."

"Well, let�s do it. It�s nine-thirty now, we can be up there and in the water by half past ten."

"You sure? I mean are you right to drive? I�m feelin� pretty ordinary this morning and you got as pissed as me last night."

"Me? Hey, no wuckin� furries. I�ll just finish me greaseburger and coke, roll another little joint for the road, and then I�m set to take a flying leap at this day. You up for it?"

"Uhmm� I dunno, like, I�ve got this Centrelink interview at one-twenty�."

"Look, we�ll just surf and then blast straight back, you�ll get there. And if you�re a bit late, who cares. I do it all the time"

"You reckon?"

"Of course I bloody reckon. So you up for it or what?"

"Yeah. Bugger it, let�s do it!"

"Oi, aren�t you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Petrol money. You�re always bludging rides ya little tight arse."

"Jeez Davo, I�ve only got five bucks on me, that�s me lunch..."

"That�ll do. Now let�s stop pissin� round. Perfection, here we come!"

"Pete, can we stop soon? We�ve been driving over five hours. I�m tired, and I can only imagine how you must feel."

"I�m fine. This car is so easy to drive, it�s amazing! I don�t feel fatigued at all. Anyway, we�ll be in Coffs Harbour soon, about six I�d say. Sunrise and sunset are bad times to be on the road so I thought we could stop there for a spell. Besides, Coffs is the only place where anything�s likely to be open this time of morning."

"Oh gosh� Coffs. When I was in high school we used to go on family holidays every year to a caravan park at Sawtell."

"Sawtell. Yeah, it�s a nice spot. I stopped off there once for an afternoon."

"It was just a sleepy little place back then. Of course in the holidays the park was full and there were some permanent residents too. We used to hang out with the kids from one of the families there, what was their name? Doesn�t matter� You know, what I most remember is the smell: heat and sea air all mixed with coconut oil and mangoes and avocados, and flowers that never seem to grow in Sydney. I used to like to wear a hibiscus in my hair. God, how tasteless, but I was only in my teens�"

"Oh come on. I bet you were a knockout. One of my greatest regrets is not meeting you as a seventeen-year old wahini."

"Oh my God, it makes me cringe at the thought. We used to wear sarongs the older boys brought back from Bali. We all thought we were tropical temptresses. Huh, one night me and this other girl� Julia� yes, Julia, that�s right. We got a ride into Coffs with a few of the boys for a surf club dance. And I drank too much Southern Comfort and ended up pashing this local guy on the beach. Julia had to come looking for me. Didn�t get home until almost four."

"You brazen young hussy."

"Yeah, right! In fact, as you can imagine, that�s pretty much what mum said at the time� One of the boys hadn�t drunk too much and he drove us back. Believe me, there�s no way you can sneak into a caravan. She was waiting up of course, and here�s me, reeking of alcohol, with smudged lipstick and sand all through my hair and clothes� I�d felt so grown up that night, but when I was standing there swaying I saw how mum was looking at me like I was still a child, and I could see how worried she�d been and I started to cry� Oh, mum� Oh Pete, I�m sorry�"

"It�s okay honey. You have a good cry. Don�t worry, we�ll stop soon for a couple of hours and have a rest and a nap. We�re making good time."

"Huh, funny�"

"What�s that, Col?"

"That car before�"

"What car?"

"The Toyota with the boards on top."

"Oh yeah, what about it?

"I think I recognised the driver."

"Yeah? Who?"

"It was just a glimpse, but I�m pretty sure it was Jason McGarrity. Nobody you�ve ever heard of, but I had a fair bit to do with him when I was stationed up at the Bay. Maybe eight or ten years ago now."

"What, is he a crim or something?"

"Nah. Coulda been, but no. He came from down this way. His old man was an alcoholic and used to give him a hard time, and when he was about fourteen or fifteen he pissed off from home and ended up at Byron in a dolie house. Got in with this useless bunch of potheads from the Gold Coast, all three or four years older. They had him doing all their dirty work and he was really getting himself noticed. In fact he was giving a lot of people the shits, shopkeepers and that, you know. Never actually got caught with anything he could be charged for, but he was going that way."

"What about his mum?"

"What mum? She left the old man when the kid was little, for this hippie idiot up at Nimbin. Last anyone heard she was living with some smackie in Sydney, down the Cross."

"Poor guy didn�t get much of a start in life."

"Others have had worse. But yeah, rough times."

"So like� How come you got involved?"

"I took a bit of a personal interest, I s�pose. Social workers heavied him a coupla times and put him on the bus home, but he was back in days. He got this little local sheila up the duff, some of the dads up there wanted to kill �im � luckily for both of �em, she lost it early. But yeah, everyone could see he was headed wrong but nobody seemed to know what to do about it. So anyway, he would have been in town a few months when one afternoon I was up the Railway Hotel after my shift, and I went out the back for a piss and there he was with his idiot mates and a beer and a joint in his hand. So I thought �right you little bugger, that�s it� and I went up and grabbed him by the ear and marched him out into the street."

"Dead set eh? So what did his mates do?"

"Made �emselves scarce, what do you reckon? Anyway, I told �im he�d been behaving like a dickhead and he was on a slippery slope. Give him his due, the whole bloody pub was out watching and a lot of other kids would have been shitting �emselves, but he stood his ground."

"Toughed it out, eh?"

"It wasn�t cockiness� Nah, he had this kind of aura about him. Like nothing seemed to faze him. It was like he was used to seeing the shit hit the fan and even kind of expected it."

"So what happened?"

"Well, you know, I gave him a dressing down and then the usual questions. What do you think you�re doing with your life? What do you want to do with it? Do you want to do anything at all? �Dunno�, �Dunno� and �Dunno�. So then I ask him if there�s anything he likes doing for chrissake, and he says to me �surfing�. And I says to him well, I surf a bit meself, but I�ve never seen you out there. �Don�t have a board�, he says. Right then, says I, you come with me. And I took him straight down to see one of the blokes I knew from the local surfboard factory. Told �im they had a budding surf star who�d do odd jobs for a 2^nd hand board, and if he mucked around then to call me. So they had him there a few days sweeping up and getting the lunches, and chucked a bit of pocket money his way. Seemed to settle him down a bit. Anyway that weekend or the next they had a spot in the draw for the local junior surf comp, so they stuck him in for a bit of a joke, and he made the bloody semi finals - all on a borrowed surfboard and without having surfed for weeks. They reckoned later he�d never owned a board in his life, he�d bloody learned on a borrowed one as well."

"Some guys are naturals."

"He sure was. It was obvious he had talent and so one of the blokes in the board riders club offered to take him under his wing. This feller, �Whitty� - Mark Whitley his name was, an electrician by trade � he reckoned he could use an offsider, and he put the kid up in his garage in exchange for a coupla days work a week. The kid took to it, and next thing he was doing the trade course at tech and bugger me if he didn�t see it through and end up a sparky himself. Talk about turning your life around."

"And you�d still see him after that?"

"Oh sure. He became a bit of a hero around the place. I used to hear a lot about him through Whitty. They used to surf together all the time, at least in the beginning before Jason got his drivers licence. Whitty told me that eventually he started getting left behind; just couldn�t keep up. Now that�s saying something, �cause Whitty was no slouch in the water himself; but here was this seventeen year-old kid pushing him out into places he didn�t want to go. Totally fearless, he reckoned, and I could believe it too. He used to surf all these scary reefs on his own: the kid would paddle out in anything, from tiny waves to storm surf conditions when a lot of your so-called �hard-core� surfers are looking for excuses to go to work. Anyway, when he was about twenty - he�d finished his apprenticeship and was already licensed by then- his old man died and left him the house. He�d been thinking about his own business apparently, so he decided to move back to his home town and start up there: didn�t want to cut Whitty�s grass."

"Loyal, eh?"

"Yeah� Huh� He actually came to see me before he left. We�d barely said a word to each other in years, not since the day at the pub. Anyway I remember I was at the counter writing something in the day book at the time, and I noticed someone�s walked in and I glanced up and saw who it was. Surprised me a bit, I can tell ya. �What can I do for you then�, I says, and went back to me writing. �I came to say thanks� he says, and while I�m still looking down I says to him �Thanks? What for?� And then - I�ll never forget it - he raps his knuckles on the counter and I hear this �Oi!� And I look up ready to give him a mouthful, and he looks me straight in the eye and he says: �you know what for.�"

"Shit Jase, it�s going off! Should we call the guys?"

"Try if you want. I�m gonna get out there. Shit, look at that! It�s friggin� perfect! And there�s no one out!"

"Huh, no coverage� looks like it�s just going to be us then. Wow, I know we�re a fair way inside the national park, but I can�t understand why nobody else is around."

"People are lazy I reckon. If they can�t see it from the road they don�t bother. I knew it�d be breaking, but: the conditions are perfect for it."

"Hey Jase, what�s that thing over there on the sand?"

"Where? Let�s see� Huh! It�s a dead stingray� Big bastard too, maybe 20 kilos. Fisherman must have hooked it and left it there. They get some good fish off this beach. Hey, hang on� Far out!! Check this! One of its wings is missing Anna!"

"Maybe the fisherman cut it off to eat?"

"No way, why take one and not the other? Nah, look, it�s a friggin� bite mark! Tiger shark I�d say� the fishermen reckon the big tigers love a feed of ray."

"How big d� you reckon�?"

"Judging from the size of that bite, I�d say at least a twelve-footer."

"Jase, no way am I paddling out there after seeing this."

"Hey, relax. That would have been last night�s dinner. The big ones only come in close after dark. Look, it�s ten in the morning and bright daylight. The risky times are sunrise and sunset, or when it�s overcast, you know that. And just look at those waves! I didn�t come all this way to find perfect surf and then pike out before getting wet. Come on Anna, we paddle out together and we look out for each other. Trust me."

"Well, I mean... Oh wow, check that wave! Jase, this place is insane!"

"Yeah! What have I been telling you? Now come on babe, we�re out there! This is gonna be an all-time day!

"Hey Skink, what�s the time?"

"Uhmm� Just on ten."

"Far out. We�ve been stuck behind this bloody idiot for like ten minutes. Bloody Mexicans. Doesn�t matter where you are, there always seems to be some Victorian towing a caravan doing 80 kays, and with all the shit from his garage piled on the roof."

"When�s the next overtaking lane?"

"Not for another five kays. Bugger it, this straight�s long enough, let�s do it."

"But Davo�"

"Mate, the surf is waiting. Jeez what�s this prick doing? He gets to a downhill section and speeds up. Check him out when we get past Davo, I bet he�s wearin� a hat."

"Reckon� hang on� Let�s get a look at him� Yep, check: one Woolworths terry towelling hat. Stupid old codger. Arrghh you old bugger! Did you get your licence out of a cornflakes packet? Yeah you! I�m lookin� at you, ha ha! Hey Davo, that was so classic, you shoulda seen the old guy�s face� Hey shit Davo, that bend�s too close� Fuck, don�t look at him, look at the road! Christ, get into the left lane will ya� Oh shit, there�s a fuckin� TRUUUUCK!!"