Every so often I hop on my Schwinn Cruiser Supreme and take a spin around the neighborhood and beyond. It's a respectable workout and a nifty way to re-live my youth. Just so you know, Guitar Dad was a bad-ass bicycle-motocross racer back in the day. An upstairs closet at my parent's house is still stacked high with aging race trophies.
So, biking these days naturally means jumping off curbs and popping wheelies, in addition to just riding like a sensible grown-up. Once a BMX-er, always a BMX-er.
I recently dropped off my old five-speed cruiser for a tune-up at Orange Cycle, a fantastic bike shop here in Orlando. "Cool bike, man," a young guy behind the counter muttered. Seems my circa-1985, American-made Schwinn is something of a collector's item. More important, it's in great shape and still rides like a dream. With some new knobby tires and fresh lube here and there, I was ready to rock and roll. Happy two-wheeling!
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