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December 10, 2008

bmx plus time equals money

grabbed this sick shit here

Those old BMX bikes are starting to get expensive. You guys might still have one at the folks place, in a shed or something. Get that thing on eBay before your parents sell it at a yard sale for ten bucks and you lose out on a few grand. Look at that beauty up there. You remember Mushroom grips? California Lites? Bear trap pedals? If you have any old BMX Plus magazines hang on to them! You are getting old enough to want the bike your cool friend had but you couldn’t afford. And it’s gonna cost you to chase down a childhood dream.

9 Comments

  1. 25 years ago, when we were kids , bmx + time = freedom. Then you get a car and start talking to girls and everything changes. Now, that Haro Master I had in the mid-80s is probably worth more than my car.

    Comment by Ryan — December 11, 2008 @ 7:54 am

  2. My mom sold my mint Hawaiian blue GT Performer at a yard sale a few years ago for $5. White mag wheels, front and back pegs… The white mushroom grips were still soft and clean. It’s o.k. Mom, I only mowed 100 lawns to pay for that.

    Comment by millar — December 11, 2008 @ 2:49 pm

  3. Check out this roster of licensed BMX riders in California. There’s dudes in their mid 50′s still racing bicycles on dirt tracks!

    Comment by Lyle_S — December 12, 2008 @ 7:20 pm

  4. Someone please tell me they were also there the day some BMXer lined up 8 people in the middle of Lincoln Ave (Near the Little Store). Pat Carrigan was there. Brad E., me, and some other props all laid on our backs or stomachs in the middle of the road and this kid, I can’t remember who it was, came racing down the street and tried to clear us…but landed on the back of Mike Walker’s legs! That was a day I could live over and over again. It was probably 1983…summer…overcast, as usual, lush green leaves on the maple trees, the sound of a basketball down at Leary Field. Pure innocence. The trick was done on a bike much like these vintage beauties, with trick pegs and plastic seats and foam padded top tubes.
    Drugs eventually destroyed us all.

    Comment by Oggy Bleacher — December 13, 2008 @ 10:22 am

  5. Sounds like Jamie Moore? I laid the long way and he ollied me. I was only 5’11′ at the time…
    Lyle, did you try to link to a roster? Don’t see it.
    Ryan, did you have a number plate on the handlebars? If you did, I’m jealous.

    Comment by Rolston — December 14, 2008 @ 11:50 am

  6. No number plate for me. I was more into freestyle than racing. But this is pretty cool:

    http://www.athleterecoveryfund.com/lightningbolts/

    Comment by Ryan — December 14, 2008 @ 2:36 pm

  7. Yeah I forgot the link. Just trust me, I guess.

    Comment by Lyle_S — December 14, 2008 @ 6:07 pm

  8. was it down by mcauliffe’s house? and i want to say it was someone with long dirty blonde hair. in an upper grade like you, oggy.

    Comment by donny laundry — December 15, 2008 @ 10:51 pm

  9. i trust you lyle. And I liked the wooden number plate best ryan.

    Comment by Rolston — December 17, 2008 @ 10:11 pm

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