If you haven’t met it yet, may I introduce you to an outstanding survivor of my many street battles versus biking accidents?
Meet an old friend: a Bell bicycle helmet, bought nearly 20 years ago at Fry’s along Rosecrans Ave in Hawthorne CA (at $35.95 if I remember right). Originally in steel gray, and later repainted a militant red with Igan’s help. Continue reading “Survivor is the name of this helmet”
We were young, defiant, audacious, and in jail. But incarceration didn’t really matter because we knew we had to prepare for the long struggle ahead. So we made the most of the time we had in prison. Continue reading “My prison jogger’s shorts”
Sa ikauunlad ng bayan, bisikleta ang kailangan.—Ariel Ureta, popular radio-TV host in the 1970s
Ariel Ureta, forever associated with this motto under martial law, probably meant it as a harmless play or at most a subtle dig on the Marcos propaganda slogan, “Sa ikauunlad ng bayan, disiplina ang kailangan.” Rumors flew that Ariel was later called to Camp Crame and given a mild dose of Marcosian discipline by being made to bike around the camp for hours—a mere urban legend, as he himself recently clarified. Continue reading “Working-class heroes, of the biker kind”