It was a magical time whenever I got to participate in one of these. Small factions of two wheeled trouble makers raising hell all throughout the city. One I remember vividly was when the Grateful Dead show let out from Mile High Stadium. We sat above the parking lot untill the drug hazed masses came flooding out into the streets, and then we all unleashed our fury, racing wildly with reckless abandon through the crowds- causing Birkenstocks, and dreadlocks to fly in every direction, our hysterical laughter dissolving into the night sky.

Now Im older and not much wiser, but Ive since found that this sort of activity is happening all over the country. Cells of miscreant cyclists have been reported in New Haven, Lincoln, Kansas City, Austin, Minneapolis, Oakland, Boise, Los Angeles.. All doing what the Night Cats were doing back in the very early 90s, and in some cases, completely unbeknownst to one another, and at the exact same time. Essentially its just the same mentality you held as a kid, hanging around the dirt jumps, riding a bit, breaking some stuff, and immersing yourself in the camaraderie of other trouble makers.

Its an exciting prospect for there to be a singular idea finally happening in the bike world, that there is a healthy, and hearty underground continuing to spread with a viral-like efficiency, and an open offer for a bed on which we all can rest our weary heads, should any of our paths of destruction ever cross.

Many thanks to Megan for the continued use of her photos.