I have a book somewhere with pictures of early 70's mustangs that had a rumble seat in them. They were built for Playboy Magazine. If I recall there was only one hundred of them made and they were hot pink.
Hello, It is not Hollywood as we all know it, but a name for a coastal community that had possibilities for living and yes, surfing. Not just surfing any place, one had to drive to this location and drive along a roadway through some barren beach properties and homes that littered the stretch of sand. This famous place had fallen into a “hidden” gem of a surf spot during our Northern coastal journeys. But, due to the search and find mode, one had to commit to surfing here. The photo is from the 20s, a long time ago. We experienced it in 1960-62 and it was a doozy. In the really old days, it was open season to buy property and or a house on the sand. Oxnard, CA was a barren place with no one around for miles. By the time we drove our surf cars up there, there were some homes lining the last street on the sandy beach and oceanfront. But, it was still relatively barren. These days it is called Silver Strand, a community that ends with the creation of the rocky Jetty. As one got closer to the breakwater jetty, the wave peaks were pretty good and the rides were similar to other jetties we used to surf in Orange County, Newport Beach Jetties, Seal Beach and Santa Ana River jetties. Only, this one was a long drive, about 90 miles North along the PCH Coast Highway. If it was good, we surfed and then camped out locally. But, it was a commitment. Driving all the way into the community was a choice. Good surf and very few surfers out. Jnaki Luckily, for us, once we got the surfboards out of the sedan delivery and put the rear window back in place, it looked like a “local” just parked his hot rod surf wagon on the side street area. For us, it was in “disguise,” for the worry free surf session in some pristine peaks and good waves. As the years rolled on, the bad element of the community made the parking and surfing the waves a “not so good” experience. We drove a long way to surf. Today, the beach is still there, but so are a ton of houses in this exclusive beach front community. The place got too crowded for us and the “localism” idiots did not always agree with traveling surfers making them look bad in the water. YRMV
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