My username has a bittersweet meaning for me. When I was 12 years old, a pal of mine and I were very much into the offroad/bmx style riding before BMX was even invented. We got better at doing jumps and getting longer airtime than anyone we ever saw, even guys with motorcycles. By age 14 I was so consumed with riding in the dirt and getting airtime with my 20” Huffy that most days I didn’t come home until after dark. My Dad finally lost his patience with me and put me on a severe 2-year restriction. I wasn’t able to even touch a bicycle for 2 years. “Incorrigible” was the adjective my Dad used to describe me. I think only the hardcore BMX crowd and perhaps the hardcore MTB crowd can even imagine my anguish. I love my Dad, and I know he only wanted the best for me, but to this day I’d give everything I own to turn the clock back to 1974 and try to change things.
OK, rant over. Sorry for the negativity and the longwindedness. Back to continually trying to make up for lost time. Maybe that’s why I buy so many bikes? What’s your excuse?
Life! Life, do you hear me?! Give my creation LI-I-IFE!