What are the odds?
Back in the early '80s there were three RSF members in California: myself, Gary Fisher and Holland Jones, who owned the Fulton Street Cyclery in San Francisco and sold Taylor bicycles.
I haven't seen Holland in years, since he retired and sold the bike shop, and moved 150 miles from here.
Last week I was finishing a ride with some pals, and two of us had gone ahead of some slower descenders, so we waited at a point called "Five Corners" where that many dirt tracks all meet.
Who comes riding up one of the other roads just as we hit that point, but Holland Jones! He doesn't live anywhere close and I don't spend that much time hanging out in that spot, but we hit it together. I didn't even recognize him, but my companion did and called him over. So I took a couple of photos. He gave me his email, so I'll ask him about this bike, which looks to be rigid and ti.
Then it got interesting, because we finished riding down the hill, and after complaining about his health, Holland was a ROCKET! I was done with my ride and had a few miles through town to get home so I tend to coast in, but Holland was on his way somewhere, and I had to kick it up three or four notches to keep up.
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