Almost every cycling 'story' begins with a BMX.
This iconic cinelli brings back memories of my own blue bmx.
After school we'd host skid comps down Hill st, temporary jumps constructed of brick and ply, seeing who could ride the furthest 'no hands', all the while slurping on a sunny boy. 'Epic' rides that seemed to take an eternity to Blue lake with my dog and who ever joined the local SM bandits'. I have to also mention the demise of my BMX when my grandpa backed over my BMX, crushing the frame and my spirit.
The full story on this piece of history coming - for now, a change is as good as a holiday.