A dash of fascism in the home of the tie-dyed, blonde-dreadlocked slacker

The sign reads "S.C. Muni Code: No Skateboarding. No Skate Devices. No Dogs. No Alcohol. No Bicycles on Sidewalks."
The old woman with the badly dyed, magenta hair and the vacant expression probably appreciates the lack of skateboarders in downtown Santa Cruz, Calif.
The absence of dogs is probably a boon for the main in the tattered clothing and the bright red sneakers who never took his eyes off the crack in the sidewalk he was following.
I thought about the S.C. Muni Code -- recited on ubiquitous signs -- as I stood in front of O'Neill Surf Shop in downtown Santa Cruz this morning. The code on the signs seemed rather heavy handed in a place whose laissez faire approach to alternative lifestyles is widely known. Is the code a sign of the times, like the inappropriately massive Borders bookstore anchoring the corner of Pacific and Soquel avenues?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Perhaps I was being too sensitive. Nobody else seemed to mind the code. That's probably the whole point of Santa Cruz.