I surfed in that area in the early 90's and the locals often tried to bully you. Even longboarding at Cowell's I had a big Samoan-looking dude push me off a wave I'd caught, and on a later paddle back out I grabbed his leash and knocked him down. A few days later I ran into him on shore and thought he was going to pummel me but he said "wassup bruddah"... I guess I earned his "respeck."
I soon learned that surfing the many spots further north of Santa Cruz was much more rewarding. Met lots of "soul surfers", learned a lot more, and shared many more stories.
Then there was a time we were windsurfing from the 'point' (we used to call that break between Cowell's and the lighthouse that seems not to be so popular with surfers anymore) and I wound up just catching a wave all the way into Cowell's when the wind started to die. Oh, the surfers were just so happy to see a windsurfer come riding through! (not).
California = entitlement.