Back in November 2016 I got an email from a Police Officer with the Moreno Valley PD, in Riverside County, California. He had a Fuso bike in his possession that was thought to be stolen, and he was trying to track down the rightful owner. (Picture above.)
The bike was not listed on my Registry, and I had no way of knowing who the original owner was as I sold all my frames though bike dealers, so no longer had records of individual frames, or where they went. I did however post the story here on my blog, and posted a link on the Dave Moulton Bikes, Facebook Group.
In 2018 this 60 cm. Fuso bike, frame number #948, was sold by auction from the police impound after the new owner had posted it in three different newspapers. This was required for transfer of ownership. The new owner has now listed it on my Bike Registry.
It seems to me a lot of people made a real effort to try and find the owner of this bike after it was stolen. The owner, it appears did not even take the time to file a police report. Had he done so the bike would have been returned. The same as it would have been had he listed it on my Registry.
If you want to win the lottery you must first buy a lottery ticket. If your bike is stolen and you would like to get it back, you increase your odds greatly by filing a police report. If it is a bike I built and it is listed on my registry, I can flag it as stolen and you will have a whole host of fans of the brand looking out for it.
To the original owner it was obviously just a bike, and his thought was probably. ‘My bike is stolen, and I’ll never see it again so I’ll just get another bike.’ I am pleased this long drawn out story has come to a happy conclusion. Welcomed back into a family of owners where FUSO #948 will be appreciated for what it is, rather than being just another bike.
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Moving Target
Paul Theroux wrote a series of essays in a book titled “Fresh Air Fiend.” One of the stories is called “The Moving Target,”
It starts out by talking about a traveler named Nathaniel Bishop, who in 1877 rowed a small boat from upper New York State to New Orleans. A distance of 2,600 miles.
On arrival in New Orleans, as the exhausted Nathaniel Bishop tied up his boat, a group of young drunks approached, mocked him, swore at him, and threatened him with violence. Theroux commented:
Theroux then goes on to write about a man named A F Tschiffely who in the 1920s rode a horse 10,000 miles from Buenos Aires to New York City.
His two and a half year journey took him over the Andes, through Central America, across deserts, swamps, and jungles. However, his worst part of the journey was traveling through the United States.
Cars would deliberately swerve close to scare him and his horse. He had bottles thrown at him, and shouts of “Ride ‘em Cowboy.” In the Blue Ridge Mountains a driver sideswiped him injuring his horse’s leg. Then honked and waved in triumph as he drove away.
After two more serious incidents, Tschiffely had to abandon his ride in Washington, DC and finish the final leg to New York by train. Theroux goes on to write about intolerance towards cyclists and runners, or anyone engaged in any form of exercise in public.
After reading these accounts of how things used to be, I am reminded of a line from the 1969 movie “Easy Rider.”
Isn’t that the truth? Haters are “Equal Opportunity” bigots. It is not just about race, and it probably never was. It is simply prejudice toward anyone appearing different, or doing something different, or behaving differently than the perceived norm.
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