There was no other bike. The only one worth having was the Schwinn Predator BMX. The one with the powder blue frame, monochrome lavender mag/tire set, and mushroom grips. This bike was worth Christmas, birthday, and my own money from flickin beetles at the Biddle Berry Farm all rolled up in one. The one essential thing that didn’t come standard on that bike was pegs. I had to have pegs - for tricks and stuff. But I was tapped out from buying the bike. So I saved up, and eventually got a set of slim-line pegs for the back wheel. And I rode that bike every day after school feeling like a bad ass gangster from Miami. My biggest trick was that I didn’t know any tricks. My second biggest trick was that I was scared to do tricks. My third biggest trick was fuck you, I’m a bad ass gangster from Miami.