Met a coworker this week who grew up riding flatland. He grew up on the west coast, me in the south. But we know all the same riders and can talk for hours about old tricks and bike parts and spending every day after school until late at night trying to dial in the latest tricks or make our own. It’s a past that creates instant friends and connections no matter what.
Met a coworker this week who grew up riding flatland. He grew up on the west coast, me in the south. But we know all the same riders and can talk for hours about old tricks and bike parts and spending every day after school until late at night trying to dial in the latest tricks or make our own. It’s a past that creates instant friends and connections no matter what.