the funky chickens ride again

Is a bike club at all like a bike gang? I'm so there.

In 5th or 6th grade my friends and I formed the "Funky Chickens" -- we rode around on our huffy bmx bikes, drank brown-bag-encased bottles of Dog n Suds root beer, and did our best to disrupt suburbia. We earned many sideways (and, we hoped, disapproving) glances from local yuppies about their business.

I daydream of those halcyon days.