Whether you jumped a ramp on your bike, climbed barbed wire fences, been chased by dogs, cops or ran from over zealous security guards with itchy trigger fingers, I think it's safe to say we all have a place in time we all go back to when we think of our youth. For me, its trains, graffiti and bikes. I have this weakness for bikes old an new. Growing up, I had a super-goose I rode religiously. I took that thing everywhere. I remember the day I got my number plate and California lites. How I broke each bone while riding it and talk like an old man when I see the landscape and how it has changed from the time I climbed hills where the new section of 94 and southfield meet or how the park had a mountain of dirt for what seemed like years we used to jump and the place behind kmart in melvindale that was just kick ass riding where I did my first table top or Honda hills in LP. Just good clean fun!
"Youth is wasted on the youth."
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