worldtraveller said..
I only took up surfing during Uni, when I moved to a share house with some surfers a few minutes walk from a surf beach. I lived more of a life in one summer at Bondi than 20 years in Sydney's basketball-playing gangster-rap-music western suburbs.
When I later moved back home 30km away I felt so depressed driving an hour each way just to get to the water. I truly hated driving to the beach. I kept doing it but just couldn't feel happy; not like the Bondi days when I'd sometimes go surfing twice a day.
I built up a career, travelled, got older, moved to Adelaide, and now again live an hour's drive (>30km) to the nearest surf beach. I'd love to take surfing up again but just feel so stupid having to drive when I've tried the luxury of walking to the beach. I can't move because my kids are in a good school zone and my wife won't accept it.
How do you handle it? Am I just letting a bad attitude get in the way?
What about leaving early ? Driving 30 k's
to the beach with no traffic on the road wouldn't be enough for me to finish Shell's takeaway coffee.

Driving
from the beach in the traffic is what usually kills the stoke.