Felipe, age 66, showed great restraint when the guys in the club played a practical joke on him and stole his bicycle for a few days. No one was killed.

I started when I was 12 years old, in Arrojo, Puerto Rico. I was a baby and my mother bought me one because I start crying when I see the other kids have them. I was a cry-baby boy.

Oh man, I’ve had about 20 bicycles; the one I have now, I’ve had for about 3 or 4 years. I decide what to add when I ride around with Franky or Papi. People always say hello, they all like us.

I met Franky when I was riding around on my bicycle. Franky’s the President. Not of America! Of the Club!

We talk on the phone every single day. Sometimes we decide what we gonna do, if we gonna ride or not.

One time the other guys took my bike and hid it for 2 or 3 days. I thought it was stolen. When I found out I almost killed them!