I have never been a big fan of Specialized. Not until recently. I remember when I was in junior high in the early 80s and a couple of kids rode these bikes to school. They were like nothing I had ever seen. Back then, like most 12-year-olds, most of my functioning brain was focused on trying to remember to zip up my pants after going to the bathroom, so paying attention to bikes wasn’t on the top of my list. But these bikes were new. They were extremely interesting and I thought they were super ugly. Fat tires were reserved for cruisers and I hated those even more: they were too heavy and awkward to ride. So Specialized, became a bad idea burned into my brain.
Keep in mind that I lived in Santa Barbara. The mountain biking scene (at least to my knowledge) hadn’t really caught on in this part of California yet. To me, the only reason to go into the mountains was to hike, camp, shoot guns or some combination of the three. Riding a bicycle on a dirt trail was something that I thought was particularly crazy. But hey…that was then. I was 12. I was half a person with puberty coming out of my pores.
The bike that Francisco was riding, a 1982 Specialized Stumpjumper was like looking into a shame portal to the past. It’s a beautiful bike. With the exception of cable housing an brake pads and tires, it’s totally original. I should have gotten a picture of this thing next to a modern dual-suspension bike for comparison. In any case, I am glad he brought it in.