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Patti Kissinger 1953 - 2015

Patti Kissinger was an artist, she created beautiful pieces of art in glass. Glass blown and formed while hot and in a semi-molten state. She also made stained glass windows, and lamp shades.

Patti was also a songwriter, played guitar and was a working musician. That is how I met her briefly in 2013. She had just moved to Charleston, South Carolina and showed up one night at a Songwriters’ Open Mic that I attend regularly.

As I usually do when I meet someone new at one of these events, I gave Patti a copy of my novel, Prodigal Child.

She was only in the Charleston area for a month or so, and she moved on to North Carolina.

Patti was trying to re-start her glass blowing business, and had to move where ever that was going to be feasible.

She emailed a few times, asked me questions about a road bike, as she thought she might get one, but she never did because soon after she got sick.

Around Christmas 2013 Patti was diagnosed with breast cancer.

I sent her a card with some cash inside. I wanted to help out in a practical way.

Working musicians don’t make much money as it is, when they get seriously ill they have even less.

Patti had a double mastectomy, and an intense round of radiation treatment.

She gradually got better, and she moved to Nashville, Tennessee, where she re-started her glass business.

Then a few months ago the cancer came back, and it took Patti Kissinger all too soon on March 26th.

Yesterday a package arrived in the mail, it was a small piece of Patti’s glass work. (Picture left.)

I only met Patti, two, maybe three times face to face. We emailed each other a few more times. I regret I never had the opportunity to know her even better.

Maybe she remembered that I once gave her a book, or that I sent a Christmas card with a few dollars in it. Maybe it was because Patti was a multi-talented artist and she could relate to work I had done.

Whatever the reason, when Patti found out she was dying, she had included my name on a list of people she wanted to have a piece of her art, and that touched me deeply.

I will always remember you Patti Kissinger, and I will treasure this little vase that was sent on your behalf. You will live on in the memories of those who knew and loved you, and you will also live on in the wonderful body of work you left behind.

Above: In the FBI Building in Denver, Colorado.









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The Bike Registry: Five Years On

I started the Dave Moulton Registry in 2010, to list and account for the many frames I built, to preserve those left for people wishing to own one. The Registry will be five years old later this years. I have just counted the number of Fuso frames listed. Roughly 250. That is only about 10% of the approximately 2,500 built between 1984 and 1993.

It leaves me wondering, where are the other 90%, they can’t have all been wrecked, rusted away, or thrown out as trash. I have a feeling I will continue adding to the list for a number of years to come.

There is hardly a week goes by when at least two or three appear on eBay. Just this week a beautiful 50cm. Fuso Lux with custom paint, and fully Campagnolo equipped, went for $735. (Picture above.)

Often they are sold and bought on eBay and Craig’s List and I never hear of them again. I don’t feel inclined to list frames that appear on eBay, I need a contact from an owner. It is possible the new owner doesn’t want it listed.

Looking over the frames listed on the Registry, I find it highly satisfying that many are owned by the original owners, having bought them new in the 1980s and early 1990s.

Most of the frames listed have original paint. The cost of a re-paint is often far more than the frame is worth. I would suggest if you own one that is a little beat up and shabby, that you keep your eye open for one that has had less use.

The reason 90% of the frames I built are unaccounted for, could be because many are sitting in basements, garages, and attics. Some having had little use, with beautiful paint hidden under a coat of dust.

Recent interesting additions to the Registry include the one pictured above. It a UK built custom frame that lives in Copenhagen, Denmark. In 1976 I built a number of frames for a Richard Scho, who owned a bike shop in Copenhagen.

So when I got an email from the bike’s owner Carl Pedersen, I felt sure it was one of those that went to Copenhagen in 1976. Strangely, when Carl provided the number, it was built in 1975 and was originally sold in England. It is a mystery how it made its way across the North Sea to Denmark.

The one pictured above is an early 1st. Generation Fuso, (#190) with a special red, and blue paint. This paint scheme was done exclusively for a bike store called “Two Wheel Transit Authority.” They were located in Huntington Beach, California. Those who lived in Orange County, just south of Los Angeles, in the 1980s will remember this store.

It was a huge store, opened in a premises that was formally a Bowling Alley. Doing about 4 million in sales each year, they ordered a lot of both custom ‘dave moulton’ frames and Fuso. They ordered enough that they had their own Fuso paint colors.

The one above was further customized for Two Wheel Transit’s owner, Paul Moore, and had white stars added to the blue lower section of the frame. Two Wheel Transit went out of business in 1990.

My thanks to Richard Salinas, of Ontario, CA for the above Fuso pictures. And thanks to all those who have registered their bikes, your interest and support is much appreciated.

If you ever meet someone on the road riding one of my bikes. Please make them aware of the Registry (If they don’t already know.) so the Registry may continue to grow. If you have a frame to register, email me the relivant info. davesbikeblog[AT]gmail[DOT]com


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It is stay off the Internet because everything you read is BS Day

This blog will be 10 years old this year, and I used to look forward to April 1st. each year when I could attempt to write some bogus article that would entertain and maybe amuse my readers.

A good “All Fools” story will suck you in at first, and you believe what you are reading. Then as the story becomes more and more bizarre, you start to ask yourself, “What is this?” Then you realize the date is April 1st. and you chuckle because you get the joke. You’ve been had.

However, a joke is not funny if you already know the punch line. I wrote my last April Fools piece four years ago in 2011. When I started to blog in 2005 there were only a few million of them, now there are gazillions. (Or whatever the biggest number is.)

Everyone and his brother is now doing April Fools articles, even the major Newspapers, so we all know the punchline. For me it has become a huge bore, or snore.

I just read where the guy who invented the “Pet Rock” died. He sold millions of them at $3.75 each, because it was funny at the time. Actually quite brilliant. It stopped being funny when every household had a pet rock. (That is a real story, it broke yesterday March 31st.)

Do you remember “Billy Bass” the singing fish? That was funny for about two weeks before it became extremely annoying. For me April 1st. has become the Billy Bass day on the Internet. A day to stay off the World Wide Web, because I know chances are everything I read will be bogus.

So what to do today? You could go back and read my early April 1st. posts, they are all together here in one place. I suggest you scroll to the bottom because I feel my first one in 2007 was the best, and it was gradually downhill from there. In 2011 I decided to stop adding to the shit pile.


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The March of the Machines

Just about any manufactured item can be described as Functional Art. Designed not only to do what it is supposed to do, but to look appealing also.

If you are choosing between two similar priced items of similar quality, you are most likely going to pick the one that looks cool, all other things being equal.

When I built bicycle frames in England during the 1970s my customers were almost exclusively racing cyclists. They bought my bikes mainly because they rode and handled well, and were reasonably priced. A few file marks showing under the paint showed it was a handmade item.

On moving to the US in 1979 I saw that American framebuilders paid a great deal of attention to detail and paint finish of the product, because their customers were swayed by aesthetics as much as what was beneath the paint.

However, aesthetics and function must go hand in hand, hence the term Functional Art. If someone made a musical instrument that looked beautiful but sounded awful, what use would it be apart from something to hang on the wall and look at? The beauty of a well-crafted bicycle is in the way it rides and handles.

How did these qualities get into the bicycle frame other than through the builder? Through design and skill, there is a part of the builder in every frame he makes. Also when he practices a skill long enough it becomes second nature, automatic without conscious thought.

This is not a new notion, the Native American called this “Hand Magic.” Nature bringing something into creation through the artist’s hands. When an ant colony builds an ant hill, is this any different from man building his cities and roadways? Just on a different scale.

The Native American sees mankind as part of Nature, not separate from it. There is nothing in Nature that is not beautiful, the only ugliness is manmade.

Man builds a barn in a field and paints it red. It is an eyesore, a blight on the environment. Given time the barn becomes derelict. Nature takes over and the barn becomes a thing of beauty. Photographers come to photograph it, artists come to capture it on canvas.

If the artist is connected to the creative source in the first place then his creation will be beautiful to begin with. It is not even necessary for the artist to be aware of this. Had anyone put forward this point of view to me some thirty years ago, I would have said they were full of crap.

It was only towards the end of my framebuilding career in the early 1990s did I realize that all creativity or art comes from one source only, be it music, painting, or even bicycle frames.

You can still find handcrafted bicycle frames, but the majority are designed and manufactured like everything else. That is not to say they are inferior from a functional standpoint, they may even perform better. And as for aesthetics, well they are smooth and shiny, what more can you ask for, or expect.

Looking back, it seems to me that what the customer demands of the craftsman making a hand built item, is a look of perfection. As if it came out of a mold, or was made by machine. When the craftsman attains this, the machines are not only ready to take over, the customer is ready to accept the machine made item.

Automobiles were once built by hand, and yet the finest craftsman, hand beating an auto body panel, could never produce a modern body panel. One that is stamped by a die that was machined by a computer controlled piece of equipment.

As for function, the modern robot built automobile will outperform its hand built counterpart of yesteryear. The robots are of course built by skilled engineers, but once built work for a lot less, and produce more than individual craftsmen.

Items still have to be initially designed by someone creative, an artist. However, with the computer being the modern day design tool of choice, and from there going to the programmer of the machines and robots. I'm not sure where the "Hand Magic" comes into the equation.

It appears the hand of the craftsman has been bypassed completely, in the name of progress. The march of the machines.

The problem is in time will humankind lose contact with the creative source, his contact with Nature? As I said earlier, it is not necessary for the artist to be aware that he is connected to the creative source, but it is necessary that he at least continue to create.


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Survival, Fear and Anger

On the spectrum of emotional feelings, fear and anger sit right next to each other. If we believe our vital instincts stem from mankind’s primitive beginnings, this makes perfect sense. When in danger there are two options, fight or flight. Fear will make you run, if trapped or cornered, anger will make you turn and fight. 

I sometimes feel we arrive on this planet with one very basic and simple instruction: Survive. But it is never explained to us how to survive. When, if we would just stop and think about it, if we just live our lives day to day we can do nothing else but survive.

Instead for many life becomes a game of survival. Some think in order to survive it is necessary to please others. To go around being kind, and helping others. Some feel they must control others, and get them to do their bidding.

These two personality types often pair off in relationships, because they each fill a basic need in each other. The one to serve, the other to control and be served. These relationships often end when the one doing all the giving, wakes up one day and asks, “Hey, what am I getting out of this?”

Many of these relationships don’t end but develop into lifelong partnerships of hatred and loathing for each other, but continue because they each still fill that basic need. And when one spouse dies, the other mourns the loss, by greiving more than that of a truly loving relationship.  

There will always be leaders and those who follow. We see that in the animal kingdom. The reason communism failed, is because it is a nice idea in theory that we are all equal and we should all share. However, in practice it doesn’t work because there is always a large percentage of the population who are lazy-asses and won’t pull their full share of the work load.

There is nothing wrong with the leader motivated by ambition of a better life. But there are two types of leader. The best kind are those who are intellectually superior, and lead from a position of respect. They treat their subordinates with respect, and the subordinates work hard because they genuinely want to help their leader and his company succeed.     

The worst kind of leader is the one motivated by pure greed, and the need to control. He treats his subordinates with disrespect, pays them poorly, and controls by bullying tactics and a fear of losing one’s job.

The only useful purpose these bosses and their companies provide, they give employment to the lazy-asses who under communism would live off the system. Bullying and fear of losing a job is the only way to motivate a lazy-ass. These bad corporations always have a large turnover of staff, so any loser can still find a job.

A job is like a marriage or relationship. Just as in the co-dependent marriage, both partners stay because neither is willing to step out of their comfort zone. A person may hate his job by stays because he is not prepared to work any harder than he has to. He becomes good at keeping his job, rather than just being good at his job.

Too many people live right on the edge of fear and anger. These are the ones who practice passive/aggressive patterns of behavior. The back stabbers, the real assholes.

They are angry at you, because they are angry at the whole world. But at the same time they are afraid of you, so they will not get in your face and tell you so. They will hurt you in ways you won’t even know where it came from.

My advice: Learn to recognize these people and stay the fuck away from them. Because that is how you really survive.  

Just my opinion, nothing more. Hopefully food for thought. Agree or disagree, let me know.


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