It says so right
there on one of those bumper stickers next to one of those personalized license
plates, LIFE'S A BEACH. In Southern California, where every day is sun day,
this passes for wisdom. The beach is home for everyone—lifeguards and body
gods, crazy surfers and lazy loafers. It's the place to hang in, hang out, hang
loose and hang ten. But this stretch of California from San Diego to Santa
Barbara has more than sand and sea and beach-bleached blonds. On these 21
pages, SI takes a look at Southern California, home to everything fun-fun-fun
in the sun-sun-sun: sidewalk surfing and grass skiing, boccie balls and bucking
bulls, rocks for jocks and, of course, wheels of all kinds.
Beach-volleyball hero Karch Kiraly gave it his all in the sand during the
recent Palisades Open in Santa Monica.
Speeding wheels lit a smile at Dockweiler State Beach and launched a leggy
skateboarder in Venice Beach.
Clinging to the lip, a surfer at the op Pro championships in Hunting Beach
carefully considers his next move.
For those who claim there isn't anything rougher than riding those Los Angeles
freeways: Don't be too sure.
We posed the question: "Which way to Muscle Beach?" These six posed the
answer: "By way of Gold's Gym."
Getting up or getting or simply getting out, every Californian knows that life
in all forms can be a ball.
California hip: Skiers cut the grass, cyclists ride bareback, and even
landlocked ancient mariners sail on.
HI ON USA
Peerless Ron Kauk climbed in Santa Barbara; Barton Lynch, Trying To stay
pierless, rode to a win in the op.