In the early days, you learned everything at the shop. Where to ride, what to ride, how to ride, and then some. You learned what unicrown forks were, what chromoly tubing was, and the difference between a Ritchey Quad and Specialized Ground Control. You also learned that the Valley Trail was better than the Old Mill trail, or that there was a mean dog on way to the trailhead. You learned to lower your saddle on downhills, not to cross over your chainrings, and how to get rid or Fred marks if you got ’em. You also weren’t too concerned about security back then. We were a pretty ratty lot, an no one in their right mind wanted to me near blood, sweat and B.O. Pretty sure this is Mountain Bike Specialists in Durango, Colorado. Probably mid-80s. Out there for a national, or Silverton, shooting with Ned O., or even riding at Purgatory. Dang, Durango was fun back then.