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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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Buyer’s Remorse

I occasionally sell a few items on eBay. I don’t make a regular business out of it, but like most bike enthusiasts I collect a lot of bike parts, and need to get rid of them from time to time.

A couple of weeks ago I collected about six items together, took photos, and listed them on eBay. It was quite a lengthy process that took up most of a whole day. I didn’t look too closely at the items, and maybe I should have paid more attention.  I listed a pair of Campagnolo, 1980ish brake levers as having “Slight sctatching,” and added “See photos.”

The photos clearly showed the scratches, especially when enlarged, which is a feature eBay has. I listed the item with a starting price of $9.99 and no reserve. They could have gone for $9.99, and I would have had to accept that. I was amazed when there were 21 bids and these levers went for $83 + $6 Shipping.

Now if anyone is paying $89 for a pair old Campagnolo brake levers, they had better be in unblemished mint condition. These were not, and I knew this customer had overpaid. But on the other hand I had set the starting price at just under ten bucks, it was not my doing some people got carried away and pushed the price up to over eight times that.

So it came as no big surprise when the buyer put in a claim for his money back. I emailed back immediately asking if I refunded $30, making the price $53, would he be interested in keeping the levers.

This was in keeping with a similar pair of levers I had sold before. He emailed back to say he wouldn’t accept less than $40 off. I agreed to $40 off, but in the end that was not acceptable either. I said, fine, just send the levers back and I will refund the $89. (Item + shipping.)

The levers arrived back today, and I issued the refund. After closer inspection I will agree I should have paid more attention, and not listed these as having “Slight” scratching. But on the other hand anyone paying over $80 for a pair of vintage Campagnolo brake levers, the word “Scratches” should not even be in the item description.

I would hope it is clear that I am not out to rip people off on eBay, otherwise I wouldn’t have listed these at $9.99. But it seems to me that in this case, “Buyer’s Remorse” had already kicked in long before this item even arrived to this customer.

Take a look at the eBay listing here, hover over or click on the photos to enlarge and tell me, after looking at the photo’s would you have bid $83 for these? I will list them again this weekend and you can be sure when referring to the scratches, the word “Slight” will not appear.


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Our society has this strange trait of labeling everyone.

It is not enough that we know someone by their given name, we have to categorize them further by what they do for a living, their political or religious beliefs. Even their hobbies.

I’m sure people who live in my neighborhood but have not yet met me, refer to me as “The Cyclist,” because they see my ride by on my bike.

The problem is that being labeled a “Cyclist,” I am then pre-judged by the worst behavior of other cyclists, even those who would not necessarily label themselves as cyclists.    

The dictionary defines a cyclist as “Somebody who rides a bicycle,” and as far as the media and news reports go that pretty much covers it. If a person robs a bank and makes his get-away on a bike, the story will read “Cyclist robs bank.”

What about the three-year-old child riding his little bike on his driveway, possibly with training wheels still installed. Is this little fellow a “Cyclist” or a child playing at being a cyclist?

There are people who ride bicycles as their only means of transport, either by choice, or for economic reasons, but would they necessarily label themselves as cyclists? 

A person who has lost their driver’s license or a young person not yet old enough to drive will ride a bicycle, and would not call themselves a cyclist. But should they be unfortunate enough to be involved in an accident, the media will say, “Cyclist hit by car.” When in the interest of accuracy, shouldn’t the report read, “Cyclist hit by Motorist?”

Some use a bicycle as an exercise machine but would not necessarily call themselves a cyclist any more than they would call themselves “treadmillist,” if there were such a word for a person who chose a treadmill as their exercise machine of choice.

At some point I need to be careful, lest I am accused of becoming “elitist.” When a person starts to ride a bike for no other reason than the pure joy of riding a bicycle, the temptation is to want to spread that joy and convert others to become cyclists and discover the joys of cycling.

When they resist efforts at conversion, it must be the same feeling that Jehovah’s Witnesses get when they knock on my door but fail to convert me to their way of thinking.  There is a danger of being a “Cyclist” becoming a belief system, almost a religion.

It is okay to feel superior, after all that is nothing more than a feeling of self-esteem, which is good. What I will try not to do is to look down on lesser mortals who are not cyclists. Those unfortunate souls who have not yet discovered the joy of being a cyclist. Those trapped inside their unfit bodies and their SUVs.   

However, I will not preach to non-cyclists or try to convert them. I will not display an elitist persona of superiority. I will not show disdain at those who choose to travel by car or on foot. I will try to show my fellow traveler, respect and common courtesy. Be they on the road (Literally.) or on this journey that is this life. Even though it is entirely possible they will not show me the same respect.

I will occasionally allow myself to "Poke fun" at the non-cyclist, in a good natured way, on this blog, knowing that the non-cyclist will not read it any more than I will read the Jehovah’s Witness literature that was tucked behind my screen door.

I will try to lead by example that people might say, “Here’s a happy, healthy, content individual, what’s your secret?” Then maybe I might tell them.


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Drink Your Water

I have a pretty serious urinary tract infection. If you have never experienced one of these, I advise that you take all the steps to avoid one at all costs.

It involves frequent trips to the bathroom, and when there the best you can manage is a slight dribble, with a pain that I can only describe as “Pissing Razor Blades.” To be repeated every twenty or thirty minutes.

This all started quite suddenly and without warning in the early hours of Monday morning. I didn’t go to a doctor until I was pissing blood on Tuesday.

It is caused by bacteria in the pee tube, and is easily treatable with antibiotics, which I am now on. I am improving. The pain now is now at a level where I mutter the word “Fuck” under my breath, instead of screaming it out in agony.

I am not looking for sympathy, in fact I need my arse kicking for allowing this to happen. The doctor said it is usually caused by not drinking enough water. I am not opposed to drinking water, or even dislike it. It is just that I am not good at keeping account of how much, or rather how little water I take in on any given day.

I get busy doing other things and simply forget to drink water. This has been a painful lesson and I will do better in the future. Apparently I should drink 60 oz. of water every day. I have a large, 20 oz. drinking glass, which is a British pint. I need to drink at least three of these a day. I drink one straight off the moment I get out of bed. Another mid-day, and one in the evening. Sipping water all day long will not work for me, because I can’t keep track.

Originally the last thing I wanted to do was to go public with this. But then I thought if it means someone else can avoid going through this, it will be a plus. Please, drink your water, don’t go through the agony I am experiencing right now. Before this happened, I was priding myself that I could go the whole night with only one trip to the bathroom. So this was completely unexpected.

I am exhausted because I have not slept properly since Monday, but it is improving. My urine is clear now, still frequent but less painful. So I can’t really leave the house. I should be all better by this time next week when the antibiotics have run their course.


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Fuso FRX Criterium

When I first introduced the Fuso frame in 1984 there was just one model. It was simply a “Fuso.” Then after a couple of years I was getting requests for chrome plating, and an upgraded paint job, so in 1986 I brought out the Fuso “LUX” model. LUX short for Luxury.

So now the original Fuso needed a model name, so it became the FR1. FR for Fuso Racing, and “1” because it was the 1st. Fuso. In another year or so, I realized there was a need for something in between the no frills FR1, and the no expense spared LUX model. So I introduced the FRX model, which was the same frame as the FR1 but had some “Extra” time spent on the paint job. Hence the X.

The FRX was at a price point somewhere in between the other two models, and costing a little more meant that I could offer a few more “Custom” options. I did build a few Fuso FRX track frames, and even fewer Criterium frames, like this one. They are quite rare.

I only know of two on my bike registry. I am sure there are a few more, but I never kept an acurate count of how many of the various models I built. The reason I never kept better records, I never expected to be corresponding with owners and writing on this blog, 25 or more years later.

The Criterium model was based on the geometry of my custom ‘dave moulton’ Criterium frame.

It had a slightly steeper head angle of 74 degrees, and a shorter fork rake or offset of 1 1/8in. (30mm.)

It had a higher Bottom Bracket height, also the seat stays were the larger 5/8 in. diameter as opposed to the 9/16 in. diameter on the other Fuso models.

This is the reason for the different seatstay caps you see in these pictures here. These are the long fluted kind, the standard Fuso caps would not work with the fatter tubes. As its name implies it is a specialist frame built to be stiff and responsive, and handle quickly.

This bike was built in 1989, and is still owned by its original owner. It is a 60cm. (C to T) but looks bigger because of the higher BB.


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