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Men in White Suits (A Short Story.)

I noticed the men in white suits always worked in twos. One tall, heavy, an older man in his late forties, maybe fifty.

He stood in the doorway, arms folded, like he was guarding it. Stopping me from leaving, which I wasn’t, but never-the-less intimidating.

A younger man in his early twenties, not much older than me was preparing something on a cart. He turned and handed me some liquid in a small cup.

“Here, drink this.”

It tasted bitter. The young white coat patted the top of a gurney.

“Jump up here.” I did as he asked.

I lay there staring at the fluorescent ceiling lights. It was quiet except for muffled voices off in another room somewhere. I strained my head around to see if the white coats had left. The older one was still there in the doorway. ’The stereo-typical good cop-bad cop,’ I was thinking. Only they weren’t cops, but they represented the same thing. Authority.

I drifted into semi-consciousness. I was vaguely aware of more white suits crowding around me, strapping me to the gurney, placing something on my head, squeezing my face, and shoving a rubber plug in my mouth. Then a screeching sound like feedback through a loud speaker. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee.

For a brief moment zig-jag patterns of light danced left to right across my field of vision. Then nothing, I was unconscious. I awoke in what seemed like a few seconds later. I was still strapped down, but the room was empty. The lights overhead were turned off. There were no widows in the room, just the light through the open door to a corridor. 

The first thing I noticed was that I had pissed on myself. Urine soaked my back, and stung the insides of my thighs. My head felt like my brain was twice its normal size and was pushing my eyeballs out of their sockets.

“Hey,” I yelled, “Anybody there?”

The young white coat came back in the room, “How are you?” he asked. “Do you have a headache?”

“Yes, I have the mother of all headaches. What the fuck did you just do to me?”

“You had ECT, Electroconvulsive Therapy. It’s part of your treatment.”

“I pissed myself.”

“I see that, it’s not unusual. I’ll take you for a bath, and get you some clean pajamas.”

The older white suit suddenly materialized and began removing the restraints.

“Can you sit up? Here’s something for your headache.”

The young white suit helped me up and handed me two tablets and some water. I took them and lay back down. They pushed me down the corridor to a bathroom where they helped me out of my wet pajamas and into a warm bath.   


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Heathen Thoughts, and Whirled Peas

I do not subscribe to any particular religion but I am definitely not an atheist. I am more a devout Heathen.

In my book heathen is not a bad word, and heathens are not necessarily bad people, in the same way atheists are not automatically bad people.

Religion does not own the sole rights to morality, but unfortunately many followers of religions think they do. 

The Native Americans were called heathens by the early European settlers, but after making friends with several Native Americans, and studying their beliefs, from what I have learned, those heathens were probably closer to their Maker than many of the early white settlers.

I find it very interesting that the spiritual beliefs of the Native American have a common thread with the Australian Aborigine, with the Celtic and ancient British people, and those of primitive tribes that exist today in various parts of the world.

Their beliefs are all closely tied with nature and they all see themselves as a part of nature rather than separate from it, or somehow above it. I find it even more amazing when I consider that these many and various cultures existed at different times in history, in different parts of the globe, and many do not have a written language.

They obviously did not learn their beliefs from other cultures. These beliefs are intuitive rather than learned, in the same way a swallow or a salmon are not taught how to find their way back to the place of their birth, but travel by instinct.

What sold me on intuition was the realization that followed correctly, intuition cannot lie.


I think the problem humankind has, is that he is too intelligent for his own good. He thinks too much and reads too much second hand information, (Please include this.) rather than following his own intuition.

I find there is so much psycho-babble on the whole subject of spirituality, that it has become almost a new religion. (Or perhaps a New Age Religion.) People quote lines from various books, like quoting text from the Bible.

I have never had the desire to convert to a different religion. I look at another country that is predominantly of a different faith, and I ask myself. Do the people of that country have any less day-to-day problems than we do? Are they happier or more content with their lives? I can't see a huge difference, so I ask myself why bother swapping one set of rules to live by, for another.

I believe this much: There is one creative source in this Universe. When I see images from Iraq and other Middle Eastern countries on TV, I see palm trees. They look exactly the same as palm trees right here in South Carolina, so I find it logical to believe they came from the same source. I ask myself why people are killing each other over a different set of religious beliefs.

The atheist will say, “Prove to me there is a God.” I cannot, so will not even try. My intuition tells me to concentrate on things I do know, rather than look for answers to things I will never know. I believe in life. I know there is life, because I have life. I see little squirrels and birds outside my window as I write this. They also have life, along with all the trees and other plants I see.

But what is life? I cannot see it or touch it. Life is anything that dies when you stomp on it. Life is what keeps meat fresh without refrigeration. Because once life leaves a body, it will start to rot and decay, and man with all his cleverness and knowledge cannot reverse that and bring something back to life. So I believe in Life, and whatever It is that sustains life. (Note that “It” is capitalized.)

This heathen will not be in church on Sunday, I will be out riding my bike. My bike is a machine that becomes an extension of my body, and while I am riding, I am definitely connected to the road I am riding on. I am connected to the terrain, the wind and the elements. If everything I can see, smell, and touch came from one creative source, then just maybe I will connect with this same creative source. My Maker if you will.

I am not trying to convert anyone to a different belief for this simple reason. The beliefs I have are what was left when I dropped other beliefs that seemed illogical, and allowed my intuition to take over. Neither I nor anyone else have control over another's intuition, so I cannot convert or teach anyone anything.

So why am I even writing this. It is actually a re-write from something I wrote a few years ago. Writing my thoughts down, causes me to reaffirm and even rethink my beliefs. It keeps me on track. Hopefully it will entertain others, and give them food for their own thoughts, and fire up their own intuition.

A friend recently told me she had marched for Peace in the 1960s and had always dreamed of World Peace in her lifetime. Now she had come to the sad realization that she would not see her dream materialize. In fact the world seemed even further from that dream.

I try to live my life by two simple rules. 1.) I try not to hurt others, by thought, word or deed. 2.) I take responsibility for my own happiness.

This much I know. If the whole world stopped arguing whether there is a God or not. Even worse, fighting and killing over different versions of their God. If everyone lived by those two simple and easy to follow rules, there would be World Peace. No one would ever again get hurt and everyone would be happy.

Utopia maybe, but it is this Heathen’s wish for the New Year and the future even if I will never live to see it.


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Looking back at 2015

Enjoying a "Cold One" at Empire Bikes in Chino Hills, during the West Coast Tour. (Oct. 2015.)

As another year draws to a close I find myself looking back at quite a few achievements this year. The Bike Blog reached ten years just last month, and the Bike Registry reached five years.

The success of the Blog and the Bike Registry and people’s interest in my past work, inspired me to get out and actually meet the people who had shown this interest.

I went on a three week West Coast Tour in October 2015, and traveled from Portland, Oregon, to the Bay Area, San Luis Obispo, and made several stops in the Los Angeles area.

I had chosen the West Coast because that is where the largest concentration of owners of my bikes are. It was a wonderful experience, one that my wife Kathy and I will not forget.

As I met with, and spoke to people along the way, I couldn’t help but wonder, was I there because of them, or were they there because of me? Some were old friends I had not seen for many years, many I had never met face to face before, but somehow felt I already knew them.

The West Coast Tour was definitely the highlight of the year, but not the only event. I won two prizes in the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest. It was a big deal for me, some recognition for other creative work, other than bikes, that is.

This was the year I finally got a handle on my weight. Actually this was something that Kathy and I did together, which made it easier, because it involved changing our eating habits. We had always ate a healthy diet, and were riding 100 to 150 miles a week, but we could not shake off the extra weight we were both carrying around our mid-section.

We started at the beginning of June, my target was my racing weight of 154 lbs. which I achieved after two months. Actually, after reaching that weight, I lost another 4 lbs. and I have maintained 150 lbs. ever since. Even through the West Coast Tour, the Holidays, and the winter months when we are not riding as much. I went from 168 to 150 lbs. Kathy went from 144 to 130 lbs.

Above: Fast Eddie and Fat Dave. (November 2014.)

2015 was the year Fast Eddie got his bike back. It had been stolen right after Christmas last year, and it was found in May this year. Due mainly to some honest people, my Bike Registry and the Internet.

Looking back over the stuff I posted in 2015 I feel these are worth a re-read:

The Story of a Thousand Crowns.

Going Metric


And, Opting Out of the System

I would like to take this opportunity to reach out to my many friends. Those I met on the West Coast Tour, especially those who opened their homes to Kathy and me, and made us feel so welcome. Thank you again.

To people like Mitch Pullen who started a Dave Moulton Bikes Facebook page, and to the membership there that is creeping up towards 300, this goes out to you too.

To all those who follow here, some from faraway places. I wish all of you, health and prosperity in the coming New Year. Most of all I wish you Peace and Happiness.



My New On-Line Store

I have just opened a new online store:

The initial purpose is to sell the surplus of tee shirts left over from my October West Coast Tour, but I am hoping it will grow from there, and I can provide quality products that people will want to buy.

I knew before the tour that I was probably ordering more tee shirts than I would sell, but I was heading into uncharted territory. I had no idea how many people would show up and participate.

I didn’t want a situation where the people in Oregon and Northern California, scarfed up all the tee shirts and I had none left by the time I got to Los Angeles. As it was I did run out of certain sizes.

I have to be realistic, I still have a relatively small following, there are some 400 owners listed on my Bike Registry. Although quite a large number when you consider I retired 22 years ago, and I was just an individual builder, and my total lifetime production can be numbered in the thousands. Whereas the big Italian names had factories with a production numbering in the tens of thousands.

On the other hand I did build 2,400 Fuso frames, 300 John Howard, 200 Recherché, plus all my custom frames. So 400 frames on my registry is only really just scratching the surface, and there is potential for that number to grow.

I don’t consider my frames to be collector items. People are buying them to ride, not as an investment.

And that is fine with me, I make absolutely nothing when a frame sells somewhere on eBay or Craig’s List, whether it sells for $200 or $2,000.

I get a much greater satisfaction knowing someone enjoys riding a bike I built, over the idea that someone might make more on the sale of frame than I did when I built it.

It is still a buyer’s market out there. A brand new, Fuso LUX frame, built in 1986, that had never been built into a bike recently sold for $600.

An absolute bargain when you consider you could not get a new hand built frame from any reputable builder for that price today.

So here’s the deal. I am retired, I only do as much work as I care to do. I give of my time freely to my blog and the Registry, and the small amount of cost is covered by advertising here, and donations on the Registry. However, an online store is a different issue. There are monthly fees, inventory to buy and maintain. Only time will tell whether I can make it successful or not.

A following of 400 is enough to get things started, but will not sustain a venture like this for any length of time. I have an unknown following here on my blog. I get around 1,500 or 2,000 hits a day, but that is from around the World, and unfortunately shipping costs make it prohibitive for me to sell product outside the US. Also many of the hits are from Google searches, and there is no guarantee they stayed or will ever come back again.

I would love to do an event like the West Coast Tour again, maybe a Vintage Bike Show somewhere. Be assured that if the store is a success, any profit will go into running such an event.

The picture at the top is a tee shirt/sweat shirt design that I have planned for the near future. I hope it will have a wider appeal than the 400 or so ‘dave moulton’ bike fans. Your feedback as always is appreciated.


Udate 12/21/15: I now have XXL and XL in stock. 


When steel frames fail, and why

My last article drew the following comment that gave me food for thought:

I have seen a frame fail at the downtube shifter braze-on. The down tube was installed backwards, the short butt was at the top so this braze-on was installed in the thin center part of the tube. It weakened it enough that it buckled there.

First let me explain that the down tube in this case was not necessarily installed “Upside Down.” Double butted tubes are so-called because they are butted at either end. The butt at one end is longer. That is the end that is cut shorter when building smaller frames.

So yes, if the framebuilder was building a large frame and using the full length of the tube, he could put the long butt at the top, but this would not necessarily be normal practice.

In a production setting, which included small batch production like the Fuso, the down tubes would be pre-mitered at the top end, because that angle was the same across a range of sizes. The long butt was left at the bottom bracket end so it could be cut later to accommodate whatever size frame I was building.

Incidentally, a simple way to tell which end has the long butt, is to balance the tube on a finger in the center. The longer butted end is obviously heavier. Tubes are also usually marked with the maker’s name or trade mark on the end that is not cut, but these marks can get stamped on the wrong end, so best to double check.

The short butt is usually 3 or 4 inches of the heaviest wall thickness, then it tapers down gradually for 3 or 4 more inches to the thinnest part in the middle of the tube. So the gear lever boss would not normally be on the absolute thinnest part of the tube, and even if it was, under normal circumstances it shouldn’t fail.

The commenter mentioned that the tube buckled. This usually means the bike had a front end shunt at some point, and it does not have to be a serious crash. I remember one time in the UK, I built myself a brand new cyclo-cross frame. The first time out I dropped my front wheel in a mud hole, and did a spectacular vertical stand on my front wheel.

I did not go over the top, but simply fell over sideways. Later I noticed the down tube was buckled right behind the bottom head lug. Once a tube is rippled, it will crack and eventually fail.

Barring such accidents a good steel frame will last fifty years or more. Ridden hard enough and long enough metal fatigue will eventually cause it to fail. But how many frames are ridden that hard and that long? Although sometimes a tiny crack can happen during building.

Metal like wood has a grain. Actually nothing like wood, but the only reason I draw that parallel is to remind me that wood will crack or split along the grain, whereas metal will usually crack across the grain.

When metal cools from its molten state, it forms a crystalline structure. Steel is then often cold rolled into bars or sheets. Wire and tubes are drawn though dies. Either process crushes and elongates the crystals in the metal forming a grain that runs along the length of the bar or tube. This actually strengthens the metal. (See above picture.)  

I found from experience that damage can be done to the very thin bicycle tubes, not only by overheating, but more often than not, by heating cold metal too quickly. Overheating while brazing causes the brass to flow in between the crystals of the steel, thus weakening it greatly. However, for this to occur the metal would have to be white hot and in the verge of melting.

More common is heating too quickly and this often happens when tacking a frame together. The metal is cold, and the framebuilder comes in with a small, hot flame to put a little blob of brass to hold the tubes in a lug, or a part like a brake or chainstay bridge.

Metal expands when it is heated, but if the metal is heated in one tiny spot, the surrounding cold metal will not expand and a minute crack can form, often so tiny it cannot be seen with the naked eye. The crack can fill with brass and may not fail until many years down the road.

My advice. Preheat the area first, and always tack at a point where the grain in the tube is a 90 degrees to the component part you are tacking. Not parallel with the grain. (See picture above.) Follow this simple rule and there will be less chance of a tube cracking.

This really applies to the initial tacks when the metal is cold. After two or three tacks and the metal warms up, others can be safely added. And don’t forget when fully brazing later and the frame is cold again. Start in a safe place at right angles to the grain, although not necessarily the same place or you will melt the original tack.

Earlier I mentioned a front end shunt, or crash. When this happens either the down tube ripples, or the front fork bends, occasionally both will happen. If the down tube ripples, it will break eventually, and so needs replacing. It will not fail suddenly, a crack will appear first.

If the front fork gets bent, don’t replace it unless the fork blades are rippled. It can be safely straightened. Let’s face it, the fork blade was first rolled into a round tube. This was done while the tube was in a cold state.

Next it was rolled into a taper and during this operation the wall thickness increased at the thin end. The excess metal has to go somewhere, right. The top end was pressed from a round to an oval shape. All these operations where done while the tube was in a cold state, no heat was required. Cold working actually strengthened the steel.

Finally the framebuilder cold bends the fork blade into a curve. So if the fork is bent slightly in a front end crash, and re-straightened (Cold.) by a skilled person with the right tools and know-how. Why should that compromise the integrity of the fork?

Of course I am not advocating you bend and re-straighten a fork more than once, but that is the beauty of steel. It will rarely fail suddenly, and when it does it can be fixed quite easily.