Marcus Garcia: Cumulitavely, 60-75 bikes, I’ve had em all, except for the ‘Nago.
Marcus Garcia: When the alley cat thing started in Colorado, there were a lot of kids who were hella sick road racers, cross racers, mountain bike heads that would come out. It’s a bitch to ride a mountain bike, strong mountain bike racers kill it. And there were kids tricklin’ down who wanted those messenger jobs, and they could flex on the messenger world. They would race and drop tags, and a lot of those kids in the end would be in the yard around the keg feelin’ the same burn. Those kids were cool. I remember rocking it with kids who were sick ass sponsored semi-pro, pro racers; what they got from the bike downtown and getting paid to do the wild thing was some shit that they didn’t get in the pack. I’d look around and realize, if it wasn’t for the bike, I would never know these kids.
On Partying
Sam Turner: I’d be at Republic Plaza with my bike locked to my ankle, taking a nap.
Punchy: There’s nothing that heals you more than the bike! When you’re sick, when you’re hungover, mind ya, two o’clock sucks for everybody.
Marcus Garcia: I had a court file from Friday and I had to drop return the filing on Monday by 9AM. Over the weekend the court filing stayed in my bag, of course, and at one point there was a bottle of Jager’ in there too. It broke in my bag! It had this weird brown steeze over the whole thing and was super sticky. I copied it and took it to the fucking deal and they didn’t even care. They were like, “Thanks! Cool!” The amount of damage control that went into that was unreal.
Marcus Garcia: In the alleycat days, it’s not the kids stretching or doing push ups you gotta watch out for. It’s the other guys across the street killin’ that twelve pack you gotta look out for. The kids you sleep on.
Punchy: “Wow, I bet your job keeps you in shape!” “Yeah, but it’s the blow, weed and booze that are fucking me up!”