Love that Bicycle Race song. Although whenever I hear it, I immediately think about my first bicycle. Most kids probably picture some shiny new Apollo 5-speed or BMX masterpiece. Mine was a hand-me-down from my cousin…Susan. Yep. Dark blue. Worn tires. White banana seat. Chrome fenders. And one very suspicious frame bar bent downward through the middle. At first, I didn’t think much about it. But then my dad removed the training wheels, ripped off the fenders, stepped back pr

My best friend and I absolutely loved the totally mint format of 92.7 FM, WLIR. What we didn’t love was the intermittent static that turned New Wave masterpieces into sonic frustration.