Coastal Comment: ‘Harley and me’

If you’ve seen the recent smash hit “Marley and Me,” you’ll understand the preoccupation many grownups often have with an object of our affection.

In the case of the movie, it was a golden retriever named Marley. For me it’s my Harley Davidson. Sit back and buckle up while we take a road trip up Pacific Highway 101, where the first stop offers that perfect morning Bloody Mary at the restaurant known as Poseidon.

Perched on the edge of Del Mar’s wondrous beach, we can toast to the rising sun, feed the seagulls and watch the dolphins play havoc with the anchovies at surf’s edge.

On the bike again, I’m reminded how diverse Harley riders are: senior execs to day laborers, men and woman. Seems “Harley Heaven” is the great equalizer, exhibited only by the customary passing hand salute.

Riding north, we pass what was called “Trailer Parks” in the late ’60s and early ’70s, now called Seaside by all the young surfers (squids). Back then, a big weekend crowd might have reached 15, and the water was so clear you could see your toes at any depth. The trailer squatters lived at the sand’s boundary and a most interesting clan they were.

This section of beach ends at the river’s mouth near Restaurant Row in Cardiff by the Sea.

On a good day, just above the smell of boiling lobster, you can get a whiff of nearby VG’s Bakery, where the chocolate glaze melts in your month and the dawn crowd meets to talk “surf.”

Moving on, we pass some of the venues known to water lovers young and old. Within a mile stretch are Suck-Outs, Cardiff Reef, Turtles, Barney’s, Traps, Pipes and Swamis.

To some, these spots are no different from other beachfronts. But to the thousands of surfers in the area, they are as much home as the zip codes they hale from.

If you can’t figure out what type of beach town you most enjoy, old or new, then Encinitas is for you.

Walk, ride or jog your way down center city and a cornucopia of vendors abound. Take in a movie at the 100-year-old La Paloma Theatre or head down to Moonlight Beach. In either case, satisfaction is guaranteed.

As the sun sets over the Pacific, maybe we should just stop where we are, jam it in reverse, and hopefully end up back where we started. If so, it should be just about happy hour “where the surf meets the turf in Old Del Mar.”

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