Klunkerz, a feature-length documentary about the birth of mountain biking, turned out to be one of the jury favorites. Not surprising in a town that held the first mountain world championship and whose very thin phonebook reads like a Who’s Who of cycling. If you missed it, a bunch of kids in Marin County started riding their World War II-era Schwinns down Mt. Tamalpais, north of San Francisco. There was a critical mass of athletic talent, real technical ingenuity and pot-inspired, good clean hippie fun to evolve into a new sport. Almost all of the progenitors of the sport – Gary Fisher, Charlie Kelly, Otis Guy, Joe Breeze, Tom Ritchey, et al – still live for bikes. It was a good enough movie to make me jealous enough to think “Why couldn’t I have been a hippie when it was still cool?”