When I was a kid on a mine in South Africa, the day after Christmas was truly Boxing Day. The excitement of presents subsided and we got to play with the new toys at leisure. There was no TV so we truly sat quietly and read the new books Santa had brought. The servants were off for the day and our parents, every reluctant to cook, simply spread the left-overs from which we picked as fancy and appetite dictated. The sun shone ever-bright and we dipped yet again into the mine swimming pool and got ever more burnt to produce today’s sun-scorched skin and cancers.
Few of these conditions prevail these days. The sun shone today in Huntington Beach; but the wind was cold. I took a ten-mile ride along the beach. The first five miles a hard slog against the wind. The second five a delight of power and speed abetted by the wind. Then to the pier and a period of calm watching the passing crowd. Back to read the Christmas present books and watch the grandkids watch TV, play with toys old and new, and peck at the ham and other rich left-overs.
With my grandson I then rode back to town to eat a hamburger at TK Burgers on Pacific Coast Highway. They make the best hamburgers I know off. And as my grandson said: “These are great fries!:
Here then are some pictures of the ride.