I remember riding because we loved it. Not being part of any scene (because there wasn't really a scene), just riding because, well, just because. I remember LOVING hitting the dirt when it rained and coming home covered head to toe in mud. I remember loving cleaning our bikes afterward. I remember building plywood ramps in a down-grade alley and doing our "Blue Angel" stunt routines. I remember riding to Peddler Bike Shop in Lansdale, PA, and drooling over the Scramblers and later the Performers and Pro Performers that I could never afford. I remember the first time I saw a BMX magazine and thinking "Oh, it's catching on". Ah, the innocence of youth in the early '80s.