I recall sitting on the couch in my friend Charlie’s apartment, watching this movie on VHS, in the afterglow of an early mountain bike ride. I wanted to live Greg Herbold’s life. I wanted to ride bikes and screw around all day, every day.
Watching the trailer now, it’s like the original Star Wars. The style and effects are all hot garbage, but you still love it so, so much. Twenty-six-inch wheels. Long stems. An absurd amount of seat post. Narrow bars with bar-ends. And yet, everyone still riding like a band of superheroes in hot pink.