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My exposure to bike culture started back in the days of my favorite red Murray single speed coaster bike that I flew off of every jump that I could either find or build.. The cycling culture in my San Fernando neighborhood was hell bent on thrashing anything on two wheels.. We wore broken bikes and broken skin like a badge of honor..
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In this age of communication cycling culture has taken on a life of it’s own.. Cycling culture has become Medusa.. Cycling culture is now that train wreck that will turn you to stone if you dare to look her in the eye..
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