Every now and then, the streets of New Haven are swept by motorized monsoons. Packs of dirt bikes and ATVs zoom down the street, moving through traffic like murmurations of starlings and sounding like swarms of piston-driven hornets. Some of their riders wear bandanas over their faces. Helmets are few and far between. They usually cruise around five deep but sometimes 50, their front wheels often rising into the air. They might spread themselves across every available lane, annoying drivers, city officials and most anyone who lives within earshot.
โNo-chaseโ policies seek to limit high-speed police pursuits given the danger they pose to pursuers, pursued and bystanders. But even when police do give chase, riders can scatter like schools of fish evading a barracuda. Heavy police cruisers, for all their horsepower, arenโt as nimble in traffic and canโt easily jump onto sidewalks or slip under red lights.
These are the realities of whatโs known as โbike life,โ an increasingly common feature of the streets of many American cities. The movement is believed to have originated in the mid-1990s in Baltimore, MD, which is still considered the โbike life capitalโ of the US according to the UConn Report on Urban Dirt Biking (2015).
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Since it took root in Baltimore, bike life culture has spread throughout the northeast megalopolis, a.k.a. the string of cities between Washington and Boston. Large swarms of illicit and unregistered dirt bikes and ATVsโUrban Dirt Bike Events (UDBEs), as the UConn Report calls themโare relatively new to most cities but have been markedly accelerating since 2012. In Connecticut, UDBEs have been seen in Bridgeport, Hartford, New London and, of course, New Haven.
Urban dirt bikers tend to be young men of color in their teens and 20s and often embellish their riding with tricksโchiefly wheelies. The longer a rider can hold a wheelie, the more respect the rider gets. Those with deft brake-control and balance can hold a single wheelie for many blocks, even steering between traffic on their hind wheel. Virtually all riders learn the trick on their own, and veteran riders will often tout the resulting scars with pride.
I spoke with three former dirt bike riders, Marquis โThuggishโ Santiago, Robert Smith and Kenneth Smith (no relation), all of whom once rode New Havenโs streets on dirt bikes before graduating to full-grown motorcycles. When speaking about bike life culture, they describe a loose, fun-loving but adrenaline-filled lifestyle, one that appears both more anarchic and less prone to conflict than more established motorcycle culture.
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Dirt bikers in New Haven donโt organize themselves up into clubs or hierarchies. They have no colors or patches. There are no โgangs.โ Thus there are no entrenched rivalries. Large dirt bike rides are typically leaderless and spontaneous, building up naturally through a snowball effect. Two guys might meet up for a ride across town to pick up a few others. Then a few others might join along the way. The more bikes, the more noise, and the easier it is to hear and join the group.
Spontaneous flocks like these are often comprised of riders from different, sometimes antagonistic, neighborhoods. But Marquis and Robert both note that traditional rivalries among territories and gangs become more permeableโor dissolve altogetherโwhen riding on dirt bikes. Joined in a love of zippy motorized plastic and steel, theyโre โautomatic friends,โ Kenneth says.
In Marquisโs experience, that kind of inter-neighborhood mixing leads to social networks that span throughout the city, making it safer for the riders to enter and hang out in areas where they might otherwise find hostility.
But that amicability is more a byproduct than a motivator of getting on a dirt bike. The young people who do it are thinking about โhaving fun,โ Marquis says. Robert points to an added bonus: โWomen: they love it.โ
As fun and sexy as riding these two-wheel machines may be, they come with a great deal of risk. Providing virtually no protection, but fast and responsive in a way that creates a false sense of invincibility, dirt bikes and motorcycles are magnets for calamity.
Three years ago, Kenneth was involved in a serious accident. His helmet saved his life, but he spent 12 days in a coma, his body plugged with plastic tubes, one drilled into his skull to drain the fluid that was building up there. After that, he spent a month relearning how to chew food, among other things. โโTill this day, Iโm still recovering,โ he says.
Between monthly hospital checkups, Kenneth still goes around the block on a friendโs motorcycle from time to time, just to get a little thrill, but otherwise he leaves the machines alone. โIโd be damned if Iโm going to hit my head again. Iโve got kids โฆ beautiful wife, beautiful family,โ he says.
โItโs true,โ Marquis admits. โItโs dangerous to ride in the street. Iโm not knocking that.โ But he says there are bigger dangers in the city than boys on dirt bikesโshootings chief among them. The kids that participate in this risky pastime are often riding away from neighborhoods plagued by the risks associated with endemic poverty. For them, revving up to speed and lifting a front wheel into the air is an escape from the dangers that surround them on a daily basis, whatever new dangers they and others may face in the doing.
Written and photographed by Daniel Shkolnik.