September 15, 1971
So, this is a picture of me from 1971 riding a bike at the local “pit” down the street from where I grew up. I had borrowed the bike from my friend, Gary Cook. Take note of all of the responsible behaviors that I was modeling. Helmets were not required so I was clearly following the law. Skin coverings were a good idea but not required by law. I didn’t care. I was wearing my favorite jeans, weighing in at 155 pounds dripping wet, skinny as hell with the closest thing I would ever have resembling a “six-pack”. But, this is where things start to unravel.
Rock Critic Lester Bangs once said: “The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.” So, it’s time for me to fess up but you gotta promise not to mock me too much as I'm still scarred and sensitive.