Got a message from the guy who was my best friend during our 4th and 5th grade years about a week ago. He looks back fondly at our time together throwing the football around and listening to Rock ‘n Roll. I on the other hand remember the beginning of our BMX days.
Some kids are just cooler than others. This guy had older siblings and a Dad who knew that style mattered. So he had a chrome Haro w/ black components and black mag wheels. I did not, but my Dad did get me a bike to tool around on, and that was good enough for sure. Yes we did find some primitive dirt trail others started building, yes we did enhance existing jumps and added some of our own, and yes we did have our “backwoods fun,” but that was just a bit of it.
It was really about getting out. Out of the house, out of my neighborhood, and out on bike. My buddy had a print shop in his neighborhood that had an old cooler, you know, top sliding door, reach in, grab a pop in a glass bottle, remove that cap with the imbedded bottle cap remover, and there you go, instant old school refreshment. I can just imagine how it was for the shop staff: two sweaty, smelly boys walk into the place of business, hoot’n and hollering, just to grab two $.35 sodas… Reaching in I could never see much with the sweat in my eyes and all, sometimes a Grape Fanta, sometimes a Dr. Pepper, but sometimes a frigg’n Tab! “Ty, do you have another $.35?” Knew the answer was NO by the snickering. That’s what I look fondly back at, it was the beginning of my “doing it for the good Xs” riding attitude.
Lot of years have gone by, still ride for fun, and I do Up North Guided Tours when I can to get you out for an off-road, off-the-beaten-path experience that will remind you of how it felt when it was new. Accepting Reservations for this Summer now. Thank you for reading. -Josh 4/26/2020