It’s about 1987. Uniforms are still a thing and I have a custom HVTT jersey on. Haro pants were the ticket and I am trying to wreck my 48 spoke peregrines doing
Miami Hop Hops. Odd times indeed inside the 4-H club in Somerset, NJ. Oddly, I would be riding for General Bikes about a year or so later and then be their team manager for a hot minute.
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