Because the FGR is a casual conversation among like-minded folks and because I’m more of a humanities guy than sciences, I’m going to make a bunch of sweeping, general statements, any ...
Tag Archives: BMX
Friday Group Ride #456
I’m sure we’ve done this one before, but for the sake of symmetry and positivity, let’s do it again. For me, the moment that springs to mind most readily is Christmas morning ...
Friday Group Ride #455
I was blessed to grow up in the ’70s, when the ten speed and BMX ruled the neighborhood and there wasn’t so much television to distract you from going outside to rage up and down the ...
Friday Group Ride #454
Like you, I have been fortunate to own more bikes than I needed, more bikes than I reasonably ought, and more bikes than a sane person might want to pay for in two lifetimes. That’s ok. I ...
Friday Group Ride #440
Have you been 10-years-old, perched over a pair of 20-inche wheels, straight-legged and out of the saddle, your tire’s knobs whirring against the sidewalk? Have you launched yourself from ...
Friday Group Ride #405
In 1980, my parents bought me a BMX bike. I rode BMX street-style, before that was a thing. I rode single-track in the Alabama woods. I rode off plywood jumps and on small dirt tracks we shoveled ...
Friday Group Ride #391
I have been thinking a lot about Christmas morning 1980. I was about to turn 9. We’d moved to Mobile, Alabama the year before, and I’d made some new friends who were as into riding ...
Friday Group Ride #384
Of late, I have taken to hucking my bike off of curbs, riding it down stairs, and generally acting like my 12-year-old self. I’m having a lot of fun. I recall being that age, still living ...
Friday Group Ride #364
I am beyond fortunate to be able to ride great bikes, bikes built for me, although I’d hesitate to make that one of the criteria of what makes a bike great. When I was 7, I got my first ...
Friday Group Ride #346
My college girlfriend (now my wife) suffered through hours of standing around in record stores, waiting for me as I thumbed through the badly organized vinyl, seeking treasure. Then there were ...