Dave Moulton

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It's now 30 years and the National Enquirer still owes me a story


What is this strange looking machine? It is a one of a kind special eight-seat bike built by me and commissioned by the National Enquirer for a photo shoot in 1979.

The photo shoot was of the Rosenkowitz sextuplets, three boys, and three girls born January 11, 1974. They were the worlds first surviving sextuplets. I wrote the story of how I came to build this bike, in an article here in November 2005. As a result of the original article, a member of the family contacted me and was kind enough to send pictures.



The Enquirer told me they didn’t care if the machine was “un-ridable,” they just wanted a picture. Of course I wasn’t going to build something that couldn’t be ridden, even something as bizarre as this.

The proof is here in the picture of the whole family, (From left to right.) Mother Susan, the children Elizabeth, Nicci, Emma, Jason, Grant, and David. Father Colin Rosenkowitz is steering the rig. The children were five years old at the time.

Above is a later picture (Probably mid to late 1990s.) with the same bike, and the six now adults. Note that my name is now painted over with a coat of blue paint.

Below left is a picture of me taken in 1978 at my shop in Worcester, England, with the project under construction.

I have no regrets at being involved in this venture, even though I was never paid. It was and interesting project, one I can tell my grandkids about, and of course readers here.

It was an enjoyable experience to make contact with a member of the Rosenkowitz family.

Out of respect for their privacy I am not about to reveal anymore.

It is now over thirty years, and I’m still waiting for a story from the Enquirer, or a check would be nice.




Well, I Guess I’m Back

Lowcountry Bloggers is a site here in Charleston, SC, that does a round up of local bloggers. On Wednesday of last week, they announced, “Dave Moulton breaks from his hiatus.”

Hiatus is an interesting word. I remember many years ago on a first date with a woman. When I asked where she worked, she replied, “I’m on a hiatus right now.” I remember thinking, but of course didn’t say it, “Oh, so you’re unemployed, and I guess I’ll be picking up the tab.”

A hiatus usually refers to a voluntary break, as opposed to being canned, sacked, given your cards, or a pink slip. I guess in my case I did take a hiatus. What made me emerge from my hiatus? Mainly the Tribute Bike. It made me wonder, “Why me?” And why do I deserve this?”

I had a business in Southern California during the 1980s and early 1990s. I hand built racing bicycle frames. There was a lot of competition at that time, and in order to succeed it was necessary that I produced a good product. I was paid and rewarded for what I did, so my thoughts are, “Why am I being recognized and rewarded again?”

I likened it to receiving a bike “Oscar.” It got me thinking me thinking about the Oscars. Movie stars are paid handsomely for what they do, and yet they are rewarded when they do it well.

My point is that many ordinary people do what they are paid to do, and do it extremely well. Yet they never receive any recognition or reward for what they do, other than a paycheck; neither do they expect more.

There are doctors who save lives, firefighters who save lives, humanitarians of all kinds. Right down to the average working man. If you do a job well, you are after all, doing what you are paid to do.

Doing a good job is sometimes like peeing on yourself in dark pants. It gives you a warm feeling, but no one notices.

No one, least of all me, expects a reward. However, when it comes as this one did, it is a wonderful but humbling experience. When I quit writing last August there was no criticism, just an outpouring of love and well wishes from the regular readers.

A lot has happened during my six month hiatus. A lot of water has passed under the bridge as the old cliché goes; and unfortunately a lot of turds floated by. The world’s economy is in a far worse condition, and people are loosing their jobs.

I had a very nice little part time job; I worked three days a week in the engineering department of a large manufacturer. I enjoyed working three days, then taking four days off. I also enjoyed the extra cash it brought in.

I was laid off from that job last October. Luckily, it was not my entire source of income so it has not affected me greatly. In fact, I have decided to take advantage of the extra time to ride my bike more, and get myself in the best physical condition I can.

I have decided not to participate in this recession. It is beyond my control, so therefore there is no point in my worrying about it. In an article I read the other day concerning the news, was the following quote:

We all know the news is bad; it makes us feel like crawling under a rock.

The cure is simple; quit watching the news. I haven’t watched TV news in years. It always dwells on the negative, it is depressing.

People who have followed me in the past know that I usually try to place a positive slant on things. What is needed right now is more love and compassion for our fellow man. I try to look on my neighbor’s situation; there is always someone worse off than I am.

We are all in this together. So humbly, if my sometimes-inane Internet postings entertain, make you think, or simply distract you from what is going on in the world. It is the very least I can do, and it is actually all I have to offer at this moment in return for the love and recognition that has been shown me.

As the water flows under the bridge, I will do my best to replace the turds with beautiful swans.



Fuso Components

I am often asked, “What was the standard component package on the Fuso?” or John Howard, or Recherché.

The answer: There was no standard component package. The reason, I only sold frames, not complete bikes. The frames were ordered by bicycle dealers, usually for a specific customer, who then chose the components and the bike shop ordered these in and built the bike.

Often what happened was the customer could not afford an all Campagnolo or Shimano Dura-Ace equipped bike. So the dealer built the bike with lower priced components like Sugino, Sun Tour, or Shimano 600.

The thinking was, (And I agreed.) the frame is what determines how the bike fits, handles, and feels to the rider. Wheels are the next important factor, but after that a Sugino crankset, or cheaper pedals will, for the most part, feel no different than Campagnolo. The main difference is the quality of finish and the durability of the product, not so much in the ride quality.

The theory was, get a newcomer on a quality frame, get them hooked on cycling and they would come back and upgrade to a better quality component later. This was a smart business move for the Bike Dealer, and it sold frames for me.

For about the same price as say a mid range Japanese or European import, a customer could get on one of my frames with lower priced components. And of course when the customer compared the mid range import and my bike on a test ride they could feel the difference.

That was the theory. In reality what happened in many cases, the bike purchase was an impulse thing, and after a short period, the bike ended up sitting in the garage where many still languish to this day.

From time to time such a bike comes up on eBay, often with a mish-mosh of cheap components. If you are buying such a bike, realize that you are basically buying it for the frame. If you strip the components to replace them with, say Campagnolo; these left over parts will have little or no resale value.

On the other hand, many may not want such a bike. If you can buy it at a bargain price, you can ride as originally intended and upgrade the components as they become available.

All frames I built were measured center to top which is approximately 2 cm. more that the center to center measurement. For example frame stamped 58 under the bottom bracket shell, would measure 56 cm. center to center. Also, if it is a Fuso and you ask the seller for the frame number, you canlink to my website here and get the approximate date it was built.



Bicycles are Vehicles

On the Stanford University’s News Website is an article on bicycle safety, which begins with the statement:

Nearly 100 collisions between bicycles and vehicles were reported on campus between 2003 and 2007.

Within this opening line lies a large part of the problem. Bicycles are vehicles and until people grasp that concept, there will always be an obstacle to improving safety on public roads. "Cycling in traffic" is another common phrase. The statement is obsolete, bicycles are part of traffic.

Only when drivers of motor vehicles see a bicycle as just another vehicle on the road, another person simply trying to get from point A to point B by a different means of transport, will attitudes have a chance of changing.

By the same rule, people who ride bicycles need to see themselves in the same light and behave accordingly. How many times do I see a person on a bicycle (POB.) at an intersection, waiting at the extreme edge of the road when they intend to go straight? Then they wonder why they get “Hooked.”

Bicycles on sidewalks are another problem. Bicycles are a vehicle and belong on the road, sidewalks are for foot traffic. That’s why they are called sidewalks. They are supposed to be a safe haven for pedestrians. A place where there are no vehicles.

If everyone viewed the bicycle as a vehicle and behaved accordingly, there would be no need for separate bike lanes and other special accommodations.

When a person decides to commute to work on a bike, or even just ride as a form of exercise, most of these people have already driven a car and know the rules of the road.

The only difference is, on a bicycle you can’t afford to be a sloppy driver. You have to drive defensively, the way we are all supposed to drive our cars.



Tribute Bike

It has been over six months since I posted an update here. I feel I should at least post this story, because of the actions of a very special group of bike enthusiasts.

In January this year I got an email from an old friend, Dale Brown. Dale owns the bike store Cycles de Oro in Greensboro, North Carolina, he sold many of my frames when I had my framebuilding business in California, back in the 1980s and early 1990s.

Dale mentioned that he was coming down to the Charleston, SC area on business and wanted to stop by to see me. As a result, Dale arrived at my house earlier this month, on my birthday to be precise. It became apparent that the “Business trip” story was a ruse, and he had made a special trip to deliver, as he dubbed it a “Tribute Bike.”

Flash back to a year or so ago, I had lamented (Probably right here on my bike blog,) that I had never saved one of my top of the line custom frames for myself. These are extremely rare as I only built 216 of them in California during the 1980s. (As opposed to my production frames that I built several thousand.)

Out of that 216, only about 15 were a size that would fit me. My chance of finding one was extremely remote as owners do not usually part with them and they rarely come up for sale.

I should mention that Dale Brown is also the man behind the Classic Rendezvous website, that has an email chat list where members talk about vintage steel bikes. CR list member Loren Youde (Who owns a Recherché mentioned here.) suggested, unbeknownst to me, that people who appreciated my work should look out for a suitable frame.

As a result, a group of twelve people for all over the US. As far afield as California, Dallas, TX, Chicago, IL, and Connecticut and New Jersey in the East, donated a frame and others donated parts to build it into a bike. They found a 53cm. frame that I built in 1983, with original paint in almost new condition.

I was blown away to say the least at the generosity of this group of people, most of whom I have never met. I emailed each of the group individually to thank them, and to let them know I will treasure this bike always.

I still have a hard time taking in the significance of what happened, and this occurs every day when I look at the bike. It is like winning a bike “Oscar.”

Dale Brown told me that he and other members of the group did not want their names mentioned here or elsewhere. However, Dale I have mentioned as I feel he went above and beyond. He assembled the bike, and made a special trip to my house to present the bike to me on my birthday. The least I can do is give his bike store a plug, and the CR site. Loren I mentioned because he instigated the whole thing.

The rest of the group, you know who you are, and my heartfelt thanks go out to all of you. The picture at the top is of my smiling self, taken by Dale Brown right after he presented the bike. More pictures of the bike can be viewed on the Classic Rendezvous site here.