When mini was life, and life was mini's. (Story time)
Roughly 10 years ago, I bought a Ruckus purely out of joy as a toy to commute around town and work. Who the hell wanted to get caught on one of these things? I know I didn't, but really, what did I know? It was fun and the idea of modifying something outside of a car was amazing. We were young and not really giving a fuck right? I want to say that most of us came from conservative families and being on "two wheels" was NEVER an option for us. As time went on, and being in the SGV, the heart of it all, I get word that a little community of these things were getting together for weekly meet ups and rides around town. Believe me when I say, I wanted nothing to do with it... I have no idea who the hell these guys are and a bunch of randoms getting together in a parking lot to talk mini bikes sounded absolutely silly to me.
As time went on, and working at TC, I would meet so many people and that's really where my "network" started to expand. Elton of @racelineusa, fellow Ruckus owner, stops by and see's that I had one and he wouldn't take "no" for an answer and insists that I come out one of those nights and I reluctantly obliged to finally get it over with and see what the fuss was about.
Fast forward to that faithful night, the VERY small group that was present, welcomed me with open arms even though I was the young buck of the group and they have either known of each other or grew up together with some sort history. Very uncomfortable in my own skin, I want to say that I played it off like I was cool with everything when really, I was big nervous wreck questioning every second as to "why the fuck I even showed up". It was weird and I think anyone that age would feel that way stepping out of their comfort zone. .
The night goes on and we get on the bikes to ride before we end up getting tacos. The golden days, if I may, would start as soon as everyone got together from work and fucking ride until we needed to be back. Those days, coming home at 2-3am wasn't a thing for us but we would manage to wake up just to count the days until we were able to meet up again. (Continued on the next post)