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Wednesday
Feb142007

Custom Touring Bike

Built in December 1982 this custom touring bike is quite rare; only 20 of these were built. This one has mounts for front and rear panniers, and mudguard eyelets.

It was built for my long time friend and photographer David R. Ball, who still owns it; it is his regular ride. David gave me a total freedom to design this one including this one of a kind paint job.


Before delivery the frame was to be a show piece for the Interbike Trade Show.

The two-tone dark and light green metallic finish called for some very intricate masking. The white striping that separates the two colors was done with automotive striping tape.

This meant I could easily make the perfect straight lines, however it did take 8 to 10 clear coats over the striping tape, with sanding in between to completely “bury” the tape for a smooth to the touch finish.

The amount of man-hours involved in doing this particular paint scheme made it impractical, and I never did another like it. However, inspired by this frame, a simplified version came over a year later on the production Fuso frames. (See picture below)

In 1983, Bicycling Magazine did a road test on my touring model. This was back in the day when Bicycling had some decent articles. You can read it here as a PDF file.


Monday
Feb122007

Interview

Last Friday (Feb 9.2007) Industry Outsider did me the honor of an interview.

When someone else asks the questions, it brings out material that I normally wouldn’t bring up myself, or stuff I wouldn’t even think of.

Thanks IO for the opportunity.

Saturday
Feb102007

The Good News and the Bad News


The good news is, there is a Masi frame that I built on eBay this morning and the bidding is only up to $2.25.

Masi frames were numbered A, B, C, and D for the four quarters of the year, followed by the year 81, and 14 was the number frame that quarter. So this was built in the 4th. quarter around October 1981 (Not 1984 as the seller has it listed.)

I built Masi frames from October 1980 until the end of December 1981. On the other side of the bottom bracket is the number SMC59. SMC is for San Marcos, California, the location of the Masi frameshop, and 59cm. is the frame size.


This is the bad news.....



The item number on eBay is 260082503350

It might be worth $2.25 as a conversation piece, but with thirty bucks added for shipping I'm not recommending this one.


Friday
Feb092007

Every Picture Tells a Story


Clive knew when his affair with the framebuilder’s wife became public he should have canceled his order for a new bike. However, against his better judgment he let the order stand. Now he deeply regretted it.

Coming soon to a theatre near you: Broke Bike Mountain.


Detective Andrews knew before he even examined the body lying beside the bike trail that he was dealing with a cycle path.

 

Despite her demure stature, the hostess stood firm; she remained seated and refused entry to the biker gang.




Alternative stories welcome

Wednesday
Feb072007

Unicycle


A year after I left the bike business in Southern California, I moved to Eugene, Oregon; I lived there from 1994 until 2001. When I got to Oregon, I remembered why I left England; it rains a lot.

People in Oregon are different, not all people of course, but some of them march to the beat of a different drummer, if you get my gist. If you live in Oregon, or have ever lived there you will know what I mean.

Those in step with this different beat, along with the drummers, (and there are a lot of those too.) Let’s say some people are colorful; read on and I will explain. The above picture of myself was taken in 1997; as you can see I was a little different myself back then.

However, not as different as the man I recall seeing one time walking down the street in Eugene, wearing a ladies flower print dress. This was no female impersonator; the guy had a full beard, hairy legs, and big muscles.

He was walking with another man and woman (Dressed conventionally) and carrying on a normal conversation like nothing was out of the ordinary. And I suppose in a way it was not; it was summer and this was a summer dress.

I read this piece recently on Bike Portland about unicycles; they are apparently popular in Oregon and I can relate to that. While I was living in Eugene, I hosted an open mic for songwriters at a place called “The Rainy Day Café.”

One evening in the middle of the show, a guy comes riding by on a unicycle. He was wearing a one-piece silver skin suit complete with a hood, and a red cape.

Once again, you don’t necessarily have to be different to ride a unicycle, but you do have to be different to do so wearing a silver skin suit and a red cape.

He stopped on the sidewalk outside, rocking back and forth to keep his balance, watching what was going on inside. Someone opened the door and he rode in; he rode the length of the long narrow room that had a bar on one side and tables and chairs on the other.

He did a U-turn at the back of the room and rode back. Someone held the door again and he rode out while the restaurant patrons gave him a standing ovation; he continued on his way down the sidewalk.

Not a word was spoken by the unicyclist, and he never faltered or put his foot to the ground. The whole incident was over in seconds. Just one of those crazy, spontaneous, magical moments in life, that unfortunately happens all too rarely.

No one was hurt, no one was offended, and everyone was amused.