During the great BMX recession of the early 90s, the grim reaper took many companies, media outlets and shops, including Rockville BMX. By the time I had a driver’s license and a ’72 white Buick Skylark, which always seemed to be loaded with two seats-full of passengers and a bungee cord-tied trunk overflowing with bikes spanning end to end, all that remained of the Rockville BMX shop entity were memories of a past thriving era, a couple of decaying annual catalogs, and a phone number that was disconnected.

For the next few decades, thoughts about that shop never really crossed my mind.

That was until a few months ago, during one of the last nice autumn days of 2014. While tagging along on one of Paul Horan’s exploratory missions in search of a few random Chesapeake Bay area gems, our quest brought us through Rockville. As soon as we entered the town, it dawned on me that I had finally made it to that mythological place of my childhood.

Well, at least back in 1988 it may have been. Today it’s just another suburban East Coast town, complete with strip malls and a Starbucks. It houses a public skate park packed with skaters as well as an abundance of slippery dew that coats the ramps at dusk, some very hospitable native riders who we randomly ran into and cruised a few fun spots with, and a grocery store that had a banging half-price hot food and salad bar from 7 p.m. til close. This BMX experience in Rockville is a bit different from what I had imagined as a kid it must have been like 30 years ago, and I'm not just talking about the prevalence of neon back then. But it’s still refreshing to see BMX continues to have a heartbeat in Rockville.

For those interested in reading more about Rockville BMX shop nostalgia, check out a few links to some commentary HERE and HERE.