Grim Reverb

The call of the road offers more than just opportunities to play in La-La Land. It inspires images worthy of cinema: Think of Wim Wender's Paris, Texas, or David Lynch's Lost Highway. "That would be a great thing for Maraca Five-O to shoot toward -- to write for film," says Behrenhausen. Gray's gift as a photographer -- he produced the mirror image for Headin' South's cover, a portrait of a rusted heap on Gold Hill -- already gives them an advantage in the visual-arts department. But forget about old '70s-era footage of Rabbit Kekai on the Banzai Pipeline. If nature stays true to itself, any musical score that the asphalt surfers dream up would undoubtedly -- make that mandatorily -- accompany an action-packed road flick. Somewhere in America. Going in circles. With abandoned gas stations, delirium and crackpot drifters. Scenery would whiz by like so many blurred highway lines. Jack Lord would rise from the grave to ride shotgun in Herman Munster's muscle hearse. And in the rearview mirror, hot on their heels, would be a wave so high that it blocks out the sun.