CONFESSIONS OF AN I.C.E. ADDICT

I was a pre-teen and hooked on I.C.E. The rush of adrenaline, the smell, the feel. They were, and still are, addictive. I take a hit as often as I can.

In my humble opinion, there is only one way to really experience I.C.E. – not cooped up surrounded by metal and whizbang safety features, but out on two wheels, raw, involved and exposed. Unfortunately, it looks like the days of unfettered I.C.E. are numbered.

I.C.E. has many children. There’s the raw, balls out, suck and blow; the sedate double banger; the slower single thump; three and four burner – even six hitters…

Everyone still here on this spinning orb hasn’t lived a day without I.C.E. but