Our local tradition was being a local. People identified with the many different beaches in town and you would be labeled by the beach or break. I liked the pier rats instead of the beach I grew up near, T street. So I was a pier rat. A guy from T street (600 yards away) would come surf the pier and you would hear, "what's the kook from t street doing surfing "our" waves. I always thought that was funny because I didn't surf and knew all those guys too. And of course all local surfers hated on anyone from out of town. It got serious a few times at Trestles which has world class waves, and sometimes world class idiots. Pretty much like right out of the Animal Kingdom show, as they film some surf sequences near Trestles. I probably got along with surfers from all beaches because I didn't surf, but always had pot.