I met Keith the day he rolled up on us riding the Stone Henge ramp at GT in Huntington Beach, CA in the early 90s. He'd come a long way from Hoboken, New Jersey to ride bikes. I'm glad I met him that day and after wandering aimlessly and often times painfully for over a decade he finally landed on his feet. I'm also glad he's still alive and still a friend, a much better friend these days, but still the Mad Man Treanor we all love.
"This is a story for anyone who has struggled or is struggling with addiction, who may feel that there's no other way out. Keith and I both hope this serves as motivational tool to help people realize that climbing out is possible.
I'm very fortunate in being able to call Keith Treanor one of my good friends. I met him a few years ago when he transplanted from New Jersey to my hometown of Oklahoma City. I didn't know much about him at the time, but quickly learned. Aside from being an all around awesome guy, his passion for BMX is inspiring. I'm privileged to be able to call him my friend." via Nick Stout
