The Race is On / by SuperDee


One of my favorite Super Sunday's (y'all know about that from a previous P of the W) was 2 years ago. Belly full of hash browns, pancakes, and bloody mary's, our crew descended upon a timely phenomenon of local "christmas culture"...

It was February, and Christmas presents were getting played with still to this point, and the BIG rave in New Orleans was little motor bikes for the kids. They were everywhere: peeling out in front yards, vacant lots, on St. Charles, in the median, any where you could think of. And it wasn't just the kids riding them. Teenagers and young adults would straddle these things, knees poking out two feet on each side, wobbling all around, and staking claim to barren land.

So on this Super Sunday, at the playground at LaSalle and Washington, the buzz of 50cc motors could be heard blocks away. And at the grounds there were teams of these bikes, and impromptu races were held. And cops just watched. And the kids parents just watched. But we got into it. My good pal, and brave soul, Billy acted as starter and corralled the kids into the most unified gang of racers they will ever be. And here is their story...