For as much credit as "the bike racks" get for being the nerve center of after school beat downs, you'd think the Schwinn brand was a veil for a network of underground fight clubs. The fact of the matter is, nobody's ever whooped ass at "the bike racks."
First off, the location is entirely too ambiguous. Which bike racks? Schools have them all over the place. Second, nearby parks provide the ample space necessary for an onrush of galvanized, teen-aged spectators. As a result, playgrounds often permeate with the machismo of zit-faced Drake fans with driver's permits.