Dunellen, NJ. Fall. Probably about 1991 or so. Practice on the tennis courts. This bike also got stolen by hoodlums from Plainfield. POS’s. Anway, I loved this bike.
Did tons of shows on it and it was great for all around riding. Street to ramps to flat, this shredded. These truly were great days to ride. I was about 25 years old, living at home, working at a bike shop, running a ramp park and living, in essence, the BMX dream.
Now I live different dreams…
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