Seeing them brought me way back to when I was a kid riding the "Municipal Lot" on Lacey Road. Me on my red, white, & blue Redline Proline 1 & Jon Lomer (who would ride over from the other side of the lake) on his black and gold Mongoose with those sick MotoMag rims.
We would ride "all the way" up the Harrison Ave. hill to the "Lot", and ride back and forth all dang across the dusty, dug out site working on our jumping skills while working out life's "problems".
Riding was what we did all day. Everyday.
Our bikes were just plain fun. Our transportation. Our statement. Our freedom. Our expression.
Riding was simply about joy.
We were just like these kids I saw this day.
Sometimes, I really miss those days.
I really do.