BMX Kids

Do you remember when things were so much simpler? Jumping on your B.M.X. bike and heading down to the local track! B.M.X. races on a Friday night, watching from the bleachers, cheering on your friends! Those were the racing days I miss. Jumping doubles, making memories, the BMX track was where I got my first kiss. She was older, I was just a B.M.X. kid.

Let’s go back to the days we were just B.M.X. kids. Yeah, B.M.X. kids.

I had a Free Agent, my brother rode an Elf. I always wanted a Kastan, and my brother wanted a Haro, but we raced what we had, and we didn’t complain. Hitting the national circuit, racing in Reno, crash in the burn in the third turn, those were the BMX days.

Let’s go back to the days we were just B.M.X. kids. Yeah, B.M.X. kids.

Yeah, yeah B.M.X. kids.

We were B.M.X. kids