Do you remember summertime as a child? In the outskirts of Detroit there was a small corn field across the road from our house. No school meant most days were spent outside in the muggy heat. My imitation bmx blue light special was the escape route. The nearby neighborhood subdivision roads were my playground. Endless days in the bright sun. Sometimes cruising, other times riding mean tempo just for fun. Summertime was bittersweet because at some point, no matter how hard I tried, one thing was certain. I would be grounded for the rest of it.
