Hey all,
Ed Lacruz, owner of Dyna Reno in Reno, Nevada, passed away last week. Not sure how many here knew of him or his shop, but he was a very knowledgeable guy and a friend to boot. I've had him overnight me parts on more than one occasion when I was out travelling with my Tenni, and have gotten hours of free advice and tech support over the phone from him. I've spent countless winter afternoons talking shop and drinking day-old coffee from styrofoam cups with him, and anyone else who happened to be there. He worked on all manner of vintage stuff, and his shop was an entertaining place to be, with parts of every bike imaginable in various stages of repair, in no real order scattered around the shop. I found out when a strange voice answered the phone (his son, I learned) and explained only that it was a surprise to everyone. For me, aside from losing a friend, I guess he was one of last shops in the area that wasn't a huge, sales-driven chain. Just a hole in the wall place run by a guy that loved racing and wrenching on vintage bikes. I guess this is bound to happen, but I highly encourage anyone who loves bikes to find these places while they're still around and spend as much time as possible there, because they won't be around forever.
-Brian
Ed Lacruz, owner of Dyna Reno in Reno, Nevada, passed away last week. Not sure how many here knew of him or his shop, but he was a very knowledgeable guy and a friend to boot. I've had him overnight me parts on more than one occasion when I was out travelling with my Tenni, and have gotten hours of free advice and tech support over the phone from him. I've spent countless winter afternoons talking shop and drinking day-old coffee from styrofoam cups with him, and anyone else who happened to be there. He worked on all manner of vintage stuff, and his shop was an entertaining place to be, with parts of every bike imaginable in various stages of repair, in no real order scattered around the shop. I found out when a strange voice answered the phone (his son, I learned) and explained only that it was a surprise to everyone. For me, aside from losing a friend, I guess he was one of last shops in the area that wasn't a huge, sales-driven chain. Just a hole in the wall place run by a guy that loved racing and wrenching on vintage bikes. I guess this is bound to happen, but I highly encourage anyone who loves bikes to find these places while they're still around and spend as much time as possible there, because they won't be around forever.
-Brian