Introducing the Team Murray X20R

The X20R, in the grand scheme of bikes, may have been considered average and lacked the fond memories among many people. Yet, to me, this seemingly unremarkable bicycle held a significance that transcended its reputation. Throughout my entire youth, the X20R was my steadfast companion, carrying me through countless adventures and becoming an integral part of my formative years.

Sure, it may have been a tad heavier compared to the sleek and stylish Redlines and Mongooses my friends rode, but its sturdiness and durability were unparalleled. This bike was like a trusty steed, ready to take on any challenge I threw its way. I pushed its limits, dropping it from garage roofs, tackling daring jumps that left me with bruises and scrapes, but through it all, the X20R remained resilient, never faltering.

However, as fate would have it, the X20R's story took an unfortunate turn. One fateful day, while my friends and I were busy constructing a fort in an empty lot down the block, I carelessly left the bike leaning against a curb near a neighbor's driveway. In a moment of misfortune, the neighbor accidentally backed their car over it, causing irreparable damage. I tried my best to salvage my beloved bike, but despite my efforts, the forks refused to realign properly. It was a heartbreaking moment for me.

Not long after this incident, that upcoming Christmas, I received my first 10-speed bike. Undeniably, it was a fine bicycle, and I appreciated the upgrade, but it simply couldn't replace the connection I had with my X20R. There was a certain charm to that average bike that I couldn't find in the newer model.

As I reflect upon those times, I wonder if it was the loss of my trusty X20R that left a void in my heart. Maybe it was the end of an era, a chapter in my life where carefree bike rides were an essential part of my daily routine. Perhaps my friends slowly gave up on long bike adventures, leaving me with fewer opportunities to create new memories.

In those moments of reverie, I find myself transported back to the days when the X20R was my steadfast companion. Whenever I dream about bike riding, I see myself atop that beloved bicycle once again. We traverse familiar paths, soaring over jumps with grace, executing perfect bunny-hops, and effortlessly popping wheelies. The muggy summer suburban streets of New Jersey come alive in my dreams, and the nostalgia of those carefree days fills my heart with warmth.

Oh, how I miss you, my old friend, the X20R. You may have been an average bike, but you were so much more to me – a faithful companion on countless adventures, a vessel of joy and laughter, and a symbol of simpler times. Your memory remains etched in my heart, and I'll forever treasure those cherished moments we shared together.