You’re next to the Pacific Ocean on Ocean Front Walk in San Diego. You’re working off another can’t-be-beat meal from the Mission Cafe. You see single-speed cruiser bikes everywhere. Since you come from 16 inches west of Peoria, you see your first paddle-stick-wielding longboard rider.
And then a time-space portal opens and a phantom, seemingly straight from the Midwest Tandem Rally in Fort Wayne, Indiana, appears: a family on a Co-Motion quint doing a slow roll along the 8-mph boardwalk.
Disc brakes? Derailleurs? At the beach? What kind of Marty McFly moment is this?