| Who among us didn't spend our early childhood years on a bike pretending the it was a moto? Ripping around our neighbourhood sidewalks, alleys and parks, a clothespin holding a hockey card in our spokes. Imaginations ran wild dreaming that we were grabbing a handful of throttle and screaming around a track claiming to be Jeremy McGrath, Ricky Carmichael or James "Bubba" Stewart. Every opportunity to put a little air between the tires and the ground was taken. |