The mid ‘70s through the ‘80s were a unique time in King Harbor, Redondo Beach, CA.
Boating in general was at a peak and there was a long waiting list for slips. There was a huge
liveaboard community both in the marinas and at the mooring field in the outer harbor. Everybody pretty much knew everyone and it was a very
social lifestyle.
The liveaboard community crossed everydemographic and you became friends with people you’d probably never meet if it wasn’t for the
common denominator of boating. Old, young and everything in between, doctors, lawyers, engineers, construction workers, mechanics, secretaries (remember those?) all hung outtogether.
No one really cared about what you did; it was all about boats and life aboard. Once weshed our business attire and we were in our boat clothes we were all the same. Everyone blended in. Almost...
Bob Bitchin did not blend, nor did he make
any attempt to. His sheer size made him stand out,
but he was also obviously a biker. A rather scary, I think
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