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Date: 2026-01-14T01:16:57-05:00
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In this clip of The Pump Track Chat Podcast, @[1317788562:2048:Brandon Hetrick] and Kyle A. Huffman, of Lititz BMX, talk about how Green Mountain Cyclery has done a lot for the sport of BMX and cycling in general.
Hear the full conversation at https://youtu.be/6W4qgR5tTQw?si=Fl8RffWXZjd6u7OG
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Fun fiction but could be true if Lititz built a pump track:
The first thing he remembers is the sound.
Tires humming over hard-packed dirt. Chains clicking as riders rolled toward the gate. Someone laughing behind him, helmet in hand, nervous and excited all at once. The BMX track in Lebanon, Pennsylvania, wasn’t big or famous, but to him it was the center of everything.
He grew up there—summer evenings until the mosquitoes came out, fall mornings when the air smelled like leaves and brake dust. His bike was never perfect. The chain stretched too fast. The grips wore thin. Something always rattled loose by the second moto. But it never stayed broken for long.
That was because the Green Mountain Cyclery crew from Ephrata showed up.
They didn’t arrive like heroes. No announcements. No banners. Just a couple of trucks, toolboxes, and riders who genuinely loved being there. They leaned against the fence between races, watching lines and offering quiet advice. When a kid rolled over with a problem, they didn’t hesitate.
“Let’s take a look.”
They tightened loose stem bolts with practiced hands. Greased chains until they ran smooth and quiet. Swapped worn grips for fresh ones without making a big deal out of it. They treated every rider the same—fast kids, beginners, nervous first-timers. No one was too small or too slow to matter.
The young man was one of those kids. He hovered nearby, pretending not to need help, hoping someone would notice the squeak in his drivetrain or the way his bars crept crooked after each race. They always did.
One afternoon, after a long day of motos and crashes and sunburn, one of the Green Mountain Cyclery BMX riders walked over and handed him a jersey. It was worn but clean, colors slightly faded from racing and washing.
“You ride hard,” the rider said. “You should have this.”
He didn’t know what to say. Jerseys were for real racers. For people who belonged. He took it home and hung it carefully in his closet, touching it like it might disappear.
Not long after, everything changed.
His dad got orders. California. Military families didn’t debate moves—they packed. The bike went into a moving truck. The track in Lebanon became something he talked about in past tense. New places came with new schools, new faces, new tracks that felt unfamiliar and fast.
But the jersey came with him.
Years passed. He grew taller. The bike changed. Dirt turned into asphalt, then back to dirt again. The world got bigger, louder. Life pulled him in directions he couldn’t have predicted. Still, in every place he rode, he looked for the same thing he’d known back home: someone willing to stop what they were doing and help.
Now, as an adult, he sometimes opens his closet and sees it hanging there—Green Mountain Cyclery across the front. The fabric is older now, seams soft, memories stitched into every thread.
It reminds him that BMX was never just about racing.
It was about people who showed up. People who shared tools. People who believed that helping a kid tighten a bolt mattered. It reminds him that no matter where life takes you—across the country or across the world—community can be something you carry with you.
And sometimes, it hangs quietly in a closet, waiting to remind you who you were—and how good it felt to belong.
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In this clip of The Pump Track Chat Podcast, @[1317788562:2048:Brandon Hetrick] and Kyle A. Huffman, of Lititz BMX, talk about how Green Mountain Cyclery has done a lot for the sport of BMX and cycling in general.
Hear the full conversation at https://youtu.be/6W4qgR5tTQw?si=Fl8RffWXZjd6u7OG
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Fun fiction but could be true if Lititz built a pump track:
The first thing he remembers is the sound.
Tires humming over hard-packed dirt. Chains clicking as riders rolled toward the gate. Someone laughing behind him, helmet in hand, nervous and excited all at once. The BMX track in Lebanon, Pennsylvania, wasnât big or famous, but to him it was the center of everything.
He grew up thereâsummer evenings until the mosquitoes came out, fall mornings when the air smelled like leaves and brake dust. His bike was never perfect. The chain stretched too fast. The grips wore thin. Something always rattled loose by the second moto. But it never stayed broken for long.
That was because the Green Mountain Cyclery crew from Ephrata showed up.
They didnât arrive like heroes. No announcements. No banners. Just a couple of trucks, toolboxes, and riders who genuinely loved being there. They leaned against the fence between races, watching lines and offering quiet advice. When a kid rolled over with a problem, they didnât hesitate.
âLetâs take a look.â
They tightened loose stem bolts with practiced hands. Greased chains until they ran smooth and quiet. Swapped worn grips for fresh ones without making a big deal out of it. They treated every rider the sameâfast kids, beginners, nervous first-timers. No one was too small or too slow to matter.
The young man was one of those kids. He hovered nearby, pretending not to need help, hoping someone would notice the squeak in his drivetrain or the way his bars crept crooked after each race. They always did.
One afternoon, after a long day of motos and crashes and sunburn, one of the Green Mountain Cyclery BMX riders walked over and handed him a jersey. It was worn but clean, colors slightly faded from racing and washing.
âYou ride hard,â the rider said. âYou should have this.â
He didnât know what to say. Jerseys were for real racers. For people who belonged. He took it home and hung it carefully in his closet, touching it like it might disappear.
Not long after, everything changed.
His dad got orders. California. Military families didnât debate movesâthey packed. The bike went into a moving truck. The track in Lebanon became something he talked about in past tense. New places came with new schools, new faces, new tracks that felt unfamiliar and fast.
But the jersey came with him.
Years passed. He grew taller. The bike changed. Dirt turned into asphalt, then back to dirt again. The world got bigger, louder. Life pulled him in directions he couldnât have predicted. Still, in every place he rode, he looked for the same thing heâd known back home: someone willing to stop what they were doing and help.
Now, as an adult, he sometimes opens his closet and sees it hanging thereâGreen Mountain Cyclery across the front. The fabric is older now, seams soft, memories stitched into every thread.
It reminds him that BMX was never just about racing.
It was about people who showed up. People who shared tools. People who believed that helping a kid tighten a bolt mattered. It reminds him that no matter where life takes youâacross the country or across the worldâcommunity can be something you carry with you.
And sometimes, it hangs quietly in a closet, waiting to remind you who you wereâand how good it felt to belong.
ð Subscribe for more conversations about local projects, recreation, community development, and the people shaping our towns.
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