Way back in 1972 I was in Ocean Beach California thanks to my uncle's boat club. I walked into a bike shop looking at a bike to take along with the ship that was heading to Japan. It was the most educational things I had ever done. Before, I had ridden what-ever I could afford or was available in small town Iowa. I left my 3 speed Herculies at home and in a matter of 30 minutes in that store I was taught about fitting a bike to my long legged 6'-3", 155 lb. frame. That Fuji I rode out of that shop took me over many a mile and cemented me to a life of bicycle riding. I still revert back to those basics when I look at any new ride. Before that day the sum total of my bike shop expertise was that "That model comes in red and blue. Those come in black, but we would have to order it special. Did you want white walls?"