As a teenage boy in a dark suburban room, I was a long way from the turnpikes of New Jersey. I didn’t have a job, a car or a girl, just an Apollo 10-speed bicycle and a dungeon I called my own. What on earth was I connecting with here?
So wrote Richard Castles in The Big Issue recently.
The full story is reproduced at our partner site Stereo Stories. Hop in your car (a 69 Chevy with a 396, Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor) and go Racing In The Street.