SCRAPERTOWN blindsided me. Never even imagined something like this existed. Find a shitty beach cruiser? Yes. Fix it up? Yes. Rattle-can it? Yes. Decorate the spokes with all kinds of crazy colors? Of course. Ride around in a single-file line? Yep. Get good grades? If not, you’re out of the group.
Now this is a bicycle movement I can get behind, without any vegan sandwiches, chain-ring calf tattoos, or pretension. Just creativity, brotherhood, and pride. And that boom-boom-tick. It’s happening in Oakland, of course.
How long before it’s appropriated by upper middle-class white kids? Time will tell.
