If you are a trainer operating a public stable and feel compelled to have any style at all in terms of public image, Del Mar is a challenge.
You pass through the main gate of the barn area driving over a cattle guard. When you leave, you can only turn right. Parking is a crapshoot, most of it on dirt. The barns themselves – except for the multi-purpose monstrosities nearest the grandstand – escape attention for pretty much the entire 10 months since the previous closing day. Graffiti lingers from year to year, some of it dating back to the Clinton administration.