I lived in Redondo Beach for a few years right after college, and I still remember how surprised I was by the Los Angeles beaches. I grew up going to the beaches in San Diego, which I love dearly, but LA beaches felt different. They were wider. Longer. Endless. Instead of cozy coves, these beaches just stretched on forever, backed by bike paths, volleyball courts, and rows of pastel lifeguard towers. Some of my favorite weekends were spent with my boyfriend (now husband) on our beach cruisers, riding the strand from Redondo Beach up through Hermosa and Manhattan Beach. We’d stop for coffee, grab fish tacos, people-watch, and somehow make…