Untitled : 12/27/2006

You never know the route you are going to follow or where you are going to end up. I started out in the bike industry like most of you, working in a bike shop. To help subsidize the high costs of education and alcohol while attending the University of Pittsburgh I took a somewhat part-time job at the local bike shop, Gatto Cycle Shop, in the beautiful neighborhood of Wilkinsburg/East Liberty/Pittsburgh. And when I say beautiful I mean get out your guns, kids. Seriously, a great place when you are young, single and a cash-poor student.

Anyhow, Today I find myself sitting in my old childhood bedroom of my parents’ house here in Eastern PA looking through a bunch of my old stuff. You know, photos of family, friends, old books, ninja throwing stars and high school year books and the like. What I didn’t expect to find was a copy of VeloNews (actually 10 of them) from my days working as an intern in the advertising department at Inside Communications. The particular issue I am looking at is Vol. 24 No.17., September 30, 1995. Well, heck. What is so special about this issue? If you pipe down for a second I will tell you. It’s funny, you know, how paths collide in this industry and how small the cycling world really is. In 1995, I had no aspirations of working at Salsa Cycles. I certainly had no desire to live in Minnesota (Brrrrrr…) and I certainly had no idea I would ever stay in the bike industry at all. Anyway, as I was saying, it is funny how small this industry is and how paths sort of come together and as I look through this issue I find two names that, back in 1995, meant nothing to me.

First, there is this nice little article on the Chequemegon Fat Tire Classic, which is what caught my attention since it is a popular little race held here in the Midwest (or North Central as we like to call it). I read said article and came across the name Jeff Hall. You may know him as the popular Salsa Cycles Pro Rider and Short Track racing mega-stud. Back then he was racing for AJ Indoors and was a budding 19 year-old upstart. Hmmm…

Secondly, I notice said article was written by a Mr KID Riemer. WHO, I may add, is now the Salsa Cycles Marketing Director. And there my name is above the indicia as a lowly intern at the magazine and here I am now Salsa Cycles International Sales and Product Coordinator. (coincidence??? Twilight Zone sorta fun, eh?)

Kid, Jeff, Chuck in print together in 1995 and working together in 2006.
Hope you all had a great holiday and spent time with family, friends and old memories.


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Hey Chuck,

Good people in the mountain biking back then.

 chuck |

Right you are, Mr. Hall. There are still a few left. :) 

Kid. Thanks for showing me this old thread and bringing back some great memories. Everyday, I wish I was still in that same cubicle(Hexicle?)

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