One of my earliest “adventures” as a BMXer was getting lost in Plainfield, NJ on ride with my pals at the time. For those of you who know Plainfield, you know how it can be. Well…we wound up in a bad area and…
that led to all of us getting mugged for our bikes. After several weeks of intimidation by my parents, the bikes were eventually returned. There’s a reason why their generation won WWII, and it wasn’t from backing down.
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