No Bikes on the ‘Crete
Look, we love art/sport of vert and flatland bike riding as much as anybody (if not moreso than the average folks)… I know I personally watch it with astonishment whenever I see it on TV, and I even own a freestyle bike (although the only trick I can do on it is peddle to the store and buy milk). I also understand that a lot of biker-types are pissed off that our Dreamland park doesn’t allow bikes, but you have to remember, there simply isn’t a vert-riding bike community in Hammond, and as a result, no vert-riding bikers had anything to do with the OK’ing and construction of our park.
I know bikers like to sneak a session in when noone’s around… if I rode a bike, I’d probably do the same… the park is incredible, and probably a temptation that’s too hard to resist. There is a line, however, that must not be crossed. If you, as a bike rider, choose to ride our park and get busted by a skateboarder or by a random lurker looking out for the best interests of the park, you are in the wrong. If you get caught, you better leave. There is a city ordinace against riding bikes on the park, so you will be breaking the law.
If you’re a nice person, and a nice person catches you riding our park, you should leave. If a nice person catches you riding, asks you to leave, and you’re a dick, we will call the cops on your ass. Then there’s this potential scenario: If an otherwise nice but angry person catches you, and you’re a dick, or worse yet, you were to keep on riding, your spokes, chain, frame, sprocket, handlebars, seat post and cranks could be severely damaged when you are yanked off of your bike and it’s beaten to a point where it can’t be repaired. The skateboard that messes your expensive bike might wind up looking like this:

Now don’t get me wrong… we don’t hate you. We don’t dislike you. We don’t want to start shit with you. But we love our park more than we love you. If you choose to come to our park and act like a dick when you’re asked to leave, there’s a chance that you’ll be messing with the wrong person. To my knowledge, there are dozens of skateboarders and skatepark worshippers that live within spitting distance from the park itself. If, in some strange and bizarre circumstance, a young skateboarder were to feel threatened by your presence, it would theoretically be very easy to round up plenty of people to make sure that the rules and ordinances of the park are enforced.