Do-it-yourself (DIY) web sites have sprung up spreading stories of these bicycles (some of them true, many of them not) and assuring any amateur that all they have to do is merely look at some photos, swap WAG guesses with others who are also guessing or parroting and–oh yes–they too can be overnight experts! There are now books (most of which are not very good–some of which are worse than awful) and numerous publications on this hobby. There are internet "forums," chats, BLOGS. And gaggles of people who claim to be experts–in a hobby where the word "expert" usually translates to "they are... because they SAY they are–and they tell good stories"... and always have instant good-buddy-friendly sounding answers. The kind people would rather hear than facts. A lotta folks would rather be schmoozed than be told actual facts.
Museums–even the ones that once turned their noses up at balloon tire bicycles–now include these classics...and brag about them as if (ohhh yes) they were fans all along and have great expertise. Just ask them and they'll tell you.
Bicycle companies have repopped old models with mixed success. Various individuals are busily turning out reproduced parts, from fenders and tanks to handlebar grips. Even the Whizzer Motorbike has been resurrected. Auction companies have suddenly taken to selling and hawking these bicycles–all while pretending to know about them. There are fake, but decently and creatively executed character model Whizzers showing up at ritzy classic car auctions. Shops specialize in selling and "restoring" classic bicycles. So...the bell keeps on ringing on those cash registers. EVERYBODY is cashing in. If you want evidence, just take a look at vintage bicycles and parts on eBay! Kah-chinggggg! And...the very people who may criticize the originator of the hobby are the same folks making the most money off of it! THEY ought to be thanking us! And there are folks out there "analyzing the market"–as if this is all emotionless, passionless trading of stocks and bonds on Wall Street. And as if–oh yes THEY know where the "market" is going–even if they have no clue where it has been. And people complaining that "the bicycle market is DOWN" (how did it ever get UP in the first place???)... or some such stuff. But the whole time those bells are ringing, nobody can seem to remember how this all got started. And those who are making the most seem to be the least thankful of all.
It is certainly a very different world today for classic bicycles when compared to the early 1970s when almost nobody cared. But EVERYTHING begins somewhere, someplace, sometime. Things like this don't just fall out of the sky. And usually there is a lot of hard work involved–no matter how many people pop up years later and benefit from that earlier effort. It is always a lot easier to stand tall when you are doing it by standing on someone else's shoulders. Before long, they guy who had the hobby standing on his shoulders was feeling a LOT of weight–no matter how many wanted to pretend he wasn't even there while piling on top of him. Of course the big issue is if this is what makes you so tall, why can't you admit it?
This entire hobby had a start. It didn't just "happen" and anyone who tells you so, just try asking THEM where THEY were and what they were doing with these bicycles and their history in the late 1960s, the 1970s and the early 1980s. ASK THEM TO SHOW YOU! Ask us and we'll show you. In magazines. On paper. In print. ASK THEM! THEN ASK US.
And whatever the classic bicycle hobby is today... and all those ringing cash registers began with some events. It began with our very hard work and our efforts to educate everyone on the fact that vintage balloon tire bicycles WERE worth saving... COULD be hot collectibles... COULD make money for dealers...COULD be a fun and exciting hobby... WERE substantially different from pre-1920 antiques...and DID have a real HISTORY that was just as significant as the antique thingamajigs that ruled as "collectable" back then.
So... let’s go back to the 1960s when these bicycles certainly were forgotten and far from being considered collector items...
DETROIT... THE REAL BEGINNINGS IN ANN ARBOR, MICHIGAN...
POPULAR MECHANICS MAGAZINE AMNESIA...
RECYCLED CYCLES IN NEWPORT BEACH, CALIFORNIA IN THE 1970s...
AND-JUST A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE BEACH CRUISER FAD...
AND THE SCHWINN CALIFORNIA CRUISER...
While perhaps not politically correct today in the 21st Century, I loved cars as much as bicycles. Still do. I was always fascinated by anything with wheels. Cars, bicycles, motorcycles. And I loved aircraft and trains. So my love for bicycles did not just happen out of the sky one day. I had always loved bicycles since I was old enough to say the word. In fact, I nearly lost one of my feet when one got caught in the front wheel of my cousin's Shelby bicycle (which–by the way–he got new). I was barely old enough to walk at the time (yes, it is in my baby book).
By the 1960s, I had begun a kind of pen-pal correspondence with an old bicycle man in Chicago, Corwin Thomas Bruck, who I simply knew as Tom. He was an expert on the early days of bicycles and taught me a lot about bicycle history in the USA. You see, Tom had been around to see it all happen. He was old enough to have personally known men like Gormally and Jeffrey (whom he worked for) and Colonel Pope. And countless others. He knew about the glory days of the bicycle industry in Chicago. He knew about BOTH Monarch and Monark. He knew the Schwinn family and even had his own key to the company library.
Anytime I had a question about some ancient bicycle history, Tom knew it. He knew the people, the factories, the bicycles themselves. As an old retiree, Tom lived in a single room, surrounded floor-to-ceiling with old bicycle literature and photos. Nobody ever loved bicycles more than Tom. And he had a memory that–despite his advanced age–was razor sharp! I learned a lot from him and later, from Keith Kingbay of Schwinn who was also a good friend to both of us and very nice man.
Whenever I was visiting the Chicago area, I would usually have lunch or dinner with Tom and Keith. Sometimes the lunches were at the employee cafeteria at the Schwinn Bicycle Company headquarters. Yes. Fact. After a meal sometimes we would retire to the Schwinn Library–which in those days was largely the paper item collection of Frank Schwinn. More on this later.
There was a lot of bicycle history in the Chicago area. I also acquired many of the bicycle records from a museum that once existed in the 1930s and 1940s in Illinois–long before there were today's bicycle museums. This included piles of letters, brochures, photos. Many of them went well back into the 1800s. And I got many of the bicycle files of long defunct "Hobbies" magazine out of Chicago which was in operation back in those times. (Drive down Michigan Avenue in downtown Chicago today and if you have sharp eyes you can still see the faded "Hobbies Magazine" sign painted on the wall of their once-grand building.) I read all of this stuff voraciously and did my best to learn from it.
Anyway, time rolled by. In 1968, I returned home from Viet Nam and the brutal experience of war. One of the first things I did was to get my car out of the garage. It was a 1963 Ford Galaxie 500 XL convertible–all black, loaded, with sporty bucket seats and console. It had the optional 390 cubic inch V8 with the Police Interceptor package that made it a very hot engine. I used to take my beautiful XL cruising and racing. I hung out at places like Totem Pole, The Egg & I, Big Boy, Big Town, Coral Gables, and Ted’s Drive-in Restaurant on the Detroit area’s North Woodward Avenue. This was decades before anyone ever thought of the famous Woodward Avenue Dream Cruise that exists today.
Behind the Ford XL (which, by the way, I traded that year for a brand-new Pontiac GTO convertible) in the garage was my beautiful J.C. Higgins bicycle, dusty, a bit rusty and forlorn from years of neglect. Right then and there I decided to clean my Higgins and restore it back to the way it was when I first got the bicycle. My dad bought it for me from the mighty Sears, Roebuck store that once stood on the corner of Van Dyke and Gratiot* avenues in Detroit, Michigan. (*BY THE WAY–don't believe this garbage that is rampant today on the internet that this street name was pronounced "gray-sha" by Detroiters. I grew up there and used that street regularly. NOBODY from Detroit's glory years would have called the street what these revisionists are perpetrating on the net for you youngsters! It was always pronounced "gra-shot" or even "gra-shit" but NEVER "gray-sha"... no matter how many young revisionists who were never there or Parisians my say it that way!!!)
Anyway, that beautiful bicycle had been stolen from me at a park in Detroit in 1958 and some parts were still missing–having never fully been recovered. So now it was a priority to put it all back like it belonged. And thus began an odyssey that in some ways, led far beyond anything I had dreamed. In others, far short of what I had hoped.
All during my boyhood, I lived, ate, slept and dreamed about bicycles. I memorized and knew every detail of every bicycle that rode in the endless parades on the sidewalk past my house all summer long in the 1950s. I never had to learn about these bicycles–I already knew them well. Monark, Schwinn, Ross, Manton & Smith (my sister had one which she got new), Colson, Rollfast, Shelby, Stelber, Western Flyer. These were all bicycles I saw daily...and knew and loved. Every time I got a new bicycle catalogue, it went into my precious pile. So by this time, whatever it was with old bicycles, I was ready!
I began the restoration work on my J.C. Higgins in Northwest Detroit. Several shops ended up selling me parts (Livernois Bike Shop, Jimmy's Bike Shop, Grand River Cyclery, Acme Bike Shop and others). Later, Dave's Bike Shop in Wayne, Michigan helped me lace up a new set of proper chrome rims. Many years earlier as a teen, I used to occasionally ride over to visit the famous Alexander Brothers (car customizers of the 1950s and 60s) at their shop (quite a trek from my house) and I picked up a few tips from them on bodywork and paint. I had met Mike Alexander years earlier when I won an award at Detroit's Cobo Hall for a special 1/25th scale model car I built (it was a Pontiac Tempest with a WORKING convertible top! My prediction of the real GTO which had yet to be made in 1963. This car was actually pictured in Model Car Science magazine, but wouldn't ya know it? The "idjuts" there captioned the photo with some other guy's name!). I had built championship model cars all during my teen years. Me and my buddies Conce (the REAL genius at this stuff), Mickey, Eric, and Vince all entered every model car contest we could find. And one of us usually won–sometimes ALL of the awards–like 1-2-3. Sometimes we'd tick off the hobby shop owner by winning all of his trophies, but frankly, we helped whomever it was sell a BUNCH of AMT, Revell and Monogram car kits! At one point, I won one of the top spots in the midwest region of the national Revell-Pactra World Modelrama contest and several of my models had been pictured in magazines. Anyway, with all this experience, I figured I knew enough to restore a simple bicycle.
I also had the experience of hanging out at every used bicycle shop I could find in the 1950s. My dad had commercial property and we rented a building to a fellow everyone knew as just "Mr. Green." He had PILES of ancient bicycles stacked in that building like cordwood. And he KNEW each and every one of them. He could just LOOK at any old rusty frame and tell you how old it was and when it was made–and THIS was in the 1950s when there really was a LOT of old stuff still around!
I was at Mr. Green's shop almost every day and he taught me how to rebuild a New Departure hub when I was only age 8. Green also knew and taught me how to identify frames and forks and how to tell when something had been changed. He even knew WHO (if it was done in the city at a shop) changed it! For instance, one shop always painted their refurbished bicycles a certain way. Another switched every hub to a certain brand. Green even did this himself. At one time, I estimate he may have had as many as 10,000 MORROW hubs stacked in his building. He LOVED the things! He used to say, "...boy! Deese MORRA hubs is hard ta build, but they the BEST! Ya hear me? Da BEST! Stick wid me and some day when ya daddy gives ya some extra time, I'll take a day and show ya how to rebuild a MORRA hub!" Between Morrow hubs and Schwinn bicycles (his OTHER favorite thing in the world–and he had a pile of them too and rode one for daily transportation), Green was in heaven!
Of course, the BEST and biggest USED bicycle shop (there once were lots of these in major American cities) in Detroit in the 1950s was out Mack Avenue on the East side. It was known back then as ACME Bike Shop. Owners changed over the years. At one time it was a Mr. Jackson... then a Mr. Rivers. It took up two buildings and filled the basements of at least two. The favorite of at least these two owners was what they called "Silva-Khang" (Silver King) bicycles and they had BUNCHES of them. PILES of them! It was here that I learned all about Silver Kings in the 1950s (some people today can't fathom that I know more about Silver Kings than anyone in the hobby, but they just don't understand that I have been studying these bicycles since the 1950s–and I learned about them not just by looking at them, but by having the original catalogues AND from learning from these two used bicycle shop MASTERS in the 1950s). And they had a lot of other bicycles, like Shelby and J.C. Higgins (which–so help me–the son of the owner referred to as "jaycee hiccup"). So by the time I was restoring my J.C. Higgins, I knew a huge amount about old balloon tire American bicycles.
Anyway, let's return to the end of the 1960s. A bit later, I moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan where the Higgins restoration was ultimately completed in the basement of my new townhouse. I rode this and other of my balloon tire bicycles to the U of M "diag" where I used to sit and have modern cyclists make fun of how "heavy" my old beautiful bicycles were. Those who imagined themselves as sophisticated expert bicyclists would wax endlessly on about how much bicycles weighed and how everything needed to be lighter... and on and on and on ad nauseum. One by one, they would beg to lift my bicycles and then chuckle about the weight as if this were the sole criteria to have a bicycle. Yet other people would continuously walk up and marvel at the designs... the chrome...the big whitewall tires... the electric horn... the spring fork. Remember, such bicycles were not available for sale then, and there were no repops. I was the first to ride, display, write about and restore classic bicycles in Ann Arbor. Yet, years later, no one could seem to remember my balloon tire bicycle parked on the Ann Arbor 'diag." Nor in the glass-enclosed lobby of Tower Plaza at 555 East William street (where I once also lived) back when that building was new–decades before others in Ann Arbor were claiming credit (even expertise) for loving balloon tire bicycles!
Anyway, in 1973, I contacted Bicycling! magazine (and yes, in those days the title of the magazine included an exclamation mark) about a bicycle I had refurbished. The bicycle in question was my original J.C. Higgins owned since new. Mine was a 1955-1/2 model and I wanted to alert the magazine to the existence of vintage balloon tire bicycles. The magazine then (as it is today) was solely focused on modern lightweight bicycles, 10-speeds and racing stuff. They were run by people who could talk for hours on the merits of lugged diamond lightweight frames and "Campy stuff" but they didn't have a clue what an Elgin Bluebird or Colson Commander or Schwinn Phantom was. Most people into bicycles in the 1960s and 1970s were involved with the upcoming 10-speed lightweight phenomenon. At that time, fat-tired balloon bicycles were so passé and un-chic, they were not even mentioned (pick up ANY bicycle history book up until that time and don't be surprised to see that balloon tire bicycles were not even MENTIONED!). Oh, there were collectors then. But they wouldn't give you the time of day unless you were collecting high-wheel antiques or contraptions from the 1800s. If you had any kind of a safety bicycle back then, collectors of that era just MIGHT begrudgingly acknowledge your presence IF what you had was a hard-tire (non-pneumatic) safety of the turn of the century. Anything newer than about 1910 and you were a a piker–a NOBODY! They would look at you as if you were an insect! After all, everybody then KNEW that nothing after 1910 was "worth collecting"... and nothing newer could possibly have any historical significance. Right? Wrong.
I wanted to get a hobby going nationwide and some publicity for the bicycles that I knew and loved. I wanted to preserve the memory of bicycles that I knew as a boy. The kind I had. The kind my father had. The kind HIS father had. But who cared about this stuff by the late 1960s/early 1970s? Almost no one… and certainly no publications or bicycle companies cared, I can assure you.
Another photo appeared on the contents page 4. It was a milestone. No modern bicycle magazine had ever mentioned (much less shown) a restored (we mean, put back to original equipment and appearance–not rat-rodded) American classic or any vintage balloon tire bicycle. Of course, even then, the magazine was much more interested in talking about a skinny-tire imported 3-speed bicycle. They ALSO ran a photo of an old 3-speed right next to my Higgins. But in this case, they unleashed, letting the owner ramble on and on about this nondescript imported English bicycle while the text sent with my Higgins was cut to a mere blurb. It was perhaps a subtle message to the readership, revealing what the editors felt was REALLY important in old bicycles. You could just see where it was "multi-speed lightweight import= COOL!... fat-tire American heavyweight= BAD" kind of thing. Such was the sorry state of things back then. But it was a start.
It is obvious that whomever is writing and promoting these "histories" has no idea of what the term "beach cruiser" means! A BEACH CRUISER was not just some generic term that fell out of the sky and meant "OLD SCHWINN"... this is ridiculous. And the term "cruiser" which in reality is a slang term for "balloon tire bicycle" does NOT mean "BEACH CRUISER"... which refers to a bicycle used for cruising the paths along beaches. There would be no need to have TWO terms if they both meant the same thing! The people who dreamed these TWO TERMS up had a very good reason for doing TWO TERMS.
Even though SOME classic bicycles were eventually used in their later years AS beach cruisers...beach cruisers were NOT classic bicycles. By the way, SOME BEACH CRUISERS were also called "Conch Cruisers" in Key West, Florida back when the terms were created. Beach/Conch Cruisers were NOT the same as a Classic Bicycle or "Cruiser"... TWO DIFFERENT THINGS... TWO DIFFERENT PURPOSES... TWO DIFFERENT USES... TWO DIFFERENT ERAS. The beach cruiser phenomenon/fad started in the 1970s in Southern California and in Key West, Florida as a reaction to having ten-speed bicycles force-fed to the American public! Some beach cruisers were merely old leftover balloon tire bicycles. Others were purpose-built brand new bicycles that merely looked and functioned like old balloon tire American-made bicycles. None of this had anything to do with Schwinn or anything that happened in the 1930s. In fact, the REAL story was quite the contrary...
I heard of a couple of other places that had old bicycles sitting around (a place in Seattle called Aurora Cycle, another in Key West and Rollie Hilger’s place in Menomenee Falls, Wisconsin). And there were a few used bicycle shops still scattered around the country. But at that time, none of these places were in business solely to sell vintage balloon tire bicycles. And they certainly were not promoting balloon tire bicycles as a valid collectible and hobby with its own distinct category. Even Recycled Cycles was selling new and vintage bicycles. But one of their interesting NEW bicycles LOOKED OLD and was capitalizing on the retro look for the new phenomenon fad of so-called "beach cruisers." It was the California Cruiser.
Recently Larry said, "A girl came in one day back in the 1970s and asked me to fix her 3-speed beater import bike. It was a rusty mess, but she said if was more comfy than a 10-speed and she could leave it anywhere and because it was old and rusty and heavy by the standards then, it wouldn't get stolen! She called it her 'Bay Cruiser.' That got me thinking that if that bike was so comfy, a balloon tire bike would be even MORE comfy and perfect for the beach. So I laid out a design like one of my old early balloon frames and took it to LRV industries in El Monte. They asked me if I would supply an old balloon tire bicycle frame to copy. THIS led to production of Recycled Cycles' California Cruiser and THAT's where I got the idea to call it California Cruiser instead of Bay Cruiser." Here (courtesy of NBHAA's files saved since the 1970s) is how one of Larry's first flyers about the bicycle looked in the mid-1970s...
In their view, what happened in the past didn't matter. And the future? They already knew what the future was–and they had their minds made up that it was 20-inch kiddie bikes and 10-speeds. And ANYTHING for adults had to be LIGHT and racing oriented! NO DEVIATIONS ALLOWED! They were pros... and they KNEW the facts! And who was I to tell them otherwise!? They were SMART GUYS! They had their important titles, business cards, long paychecks–and by golly, they were ON THE JOB! How dare any upstart tell them anything different?
The real truth was that the bicycle industry was strangling on its own hubris. It was killing itself, but was blind to it all. The American bicycle business of the 1970s was just like the American car business of the 1980s and 90s. They got this idea that dealers all needed to have degrees in marketing. It no longer mattered how well you knew your local neighborhood in Los Angeles because some school kid in Chicago or some young guy with a piece of paper and fancy title at a desk in New York was gonna tell you how you should run your store! It didn't matter how smart you were or how much business savvy you had. Passion was secondary–even tertiary–to having an ID card that said you made it though an academic maze! Geniuses issued one edict after another. Stuff like all the stores needed to look the same and have the same kinds of lighting.
The bicycle industry in America was simply exchanging one bad problem and replacing it with another. Suddenly, it was like a guy who's just discovered God, then goes out to spread the word and try to change the world. Like a smoker who's just quit smoking, suddenly anyone with a cigarette in their mouth was evil. And the industry HAD to get rid of evil! Things went from one extreme to the other. There was no middle ground. So instead of MIXING the personnel and combining age and experience with youth and a degree, the industry allowed the pendulum to swing all the way in the opposite direction! It was the emperor's new clothes and nobody dared challenge the almighty emperor. There was an ultimate irony that the young president/CEO of one big bicycle company was pictured riding a little kiddie bicycle with training wheels in a commercial advertisement.
So? The big companies slowly started getting rid of anyone who was either too old or who had no degree or special familial relation. The upshot of this was that all of the old-timers and non-degreed personnel were pushed out of key industry positions in just a few years. The "old boy's club" simply became "the new boy's club"and anyone who wasn't a member was barred at the door. And that was that.
Before anyone knew what was happening, kids in their 20s and 30s who had no long-term knowledge of the industry were suddenly put in charge of running things (remember–they had these papers from universities that said they were experts!). These guys were all university-bred and thus, all taught to think the same way. They saw things in one-dimensional ways and tended to have severe limits on creativity. Like Robert McNamara and Viet Nam, they saw the world as ... you do "A"... and the result is "B". But this is the very thing that slowly shot them in the foot. Problem was, they never felt it–even when that foot was turning gangrene!
People who thought like this could never imagine doing "A" and getting a result of "Z"! In their minds, that just couldn't happen. Their university higher-education-linear-thinking had convinced them of this. It was the same kind of prideful blindness that once had the head of the US Patent office proclaiming in the early 1900s that everything that COULD be invented already HAD BEEN invented! (This same blind hubris is so rampant today it has become a cancer on not just the bicycle industry, but the car industry and many others across America.) But as with the "unsinkable" Titanic... and war in Viet Nam (and even later in Iraq, Afghanistan and 9/11 in New York)... AND in the bicycle industry, "Z" is EXACTLY what did happen.
Yet, the companies never realized that it wasn't their marketing geniuses who were predicting trends and swiftly moving to cash in on them. It certainly wasn't the bicycle companies that were inventing new directions to market their goods. No. It was the KIDS in Southern California who came up with different ways to fit out 20-inch bicycles that resulted in the Penguin, Sting-Ray and so-called musclebikes. It was hippies and bikers in the mountains of Northern California who came out with mountain bikes. None of this was a result of bicycle companies being creative; it was the result of bicycle companies merely being REACTIVE. It was their golden parachute. But they never saw it that way. They wanted to think they were being smart and that THEY had caused all these phenomenons. Even today, there are still people who firmly believe this myth.
Meanwhile, the old guys who ate, slept and breathed bicycles–the guys who had life-long PASSION for bicycles–were systematically weeded out. Fired. Let go. Pushed aside. Hey, it was the new frontier! The rules of membership were now all changed. One by one, these poor folks were either laid off, pushed into retirement or put into meaningless positions that eventually discouraged them to the point of leaving (the Japanese refer to this curious phenomenon of the corporate world as having a "window seat").
The bicycle industry (much like the car industry) increasingly isolated itself from the REAL WORLD while its marketing geniuses sat in rooms and studied graphs and charts and held meetings. People that were increasingly left in charge had no idea what was going on out on the street–or how to predict REAL trends. They saw the world only through their university training that told them, maybe they could hold "clinics" and do surveys. Have meetings. Do A and get B. Meanwhile, the bicycle world was doing its own thing–and the people who were making money off of the latest trend ironically were NOT the guys with the business cards, cigars and fancy titles! Like John Lennon once said, "Life is what happens while you're busy making plans to live..."
So when the big guys at Schwinn and elsewhere heard what was going on at the beach in Southern California and Recycled Cycles, Schwinn finally–at long last realized they were missing the boat yet one more time–as they had so many times before and later. So? Schwinn finally stirred to life and did a quick & dirty job of what the auto industry calls "badge engineering." They grabbed the cantilever framed Heavy-Duti, deleted the middleweight wheels and tires, shoved a couple of balloon tires on it, left off the fenders... and VOILA! Instant beach cruiser! So? Schwinn had their OWN California Cruiser. And they brazenly, arrogantly decided to name it just that!
Murray did virtually the same thing as Schwinn by badge engineering–except they actually took the time to make a fendered version–as per our advice. And they were wise enough to at least pick a name that had SOMETHING to do with a California beach–even if it was not a Southern California beach! And by the way-Murray's Montereys sold quite well for many years. Like hotcakes.
And if you are lucky enough to find either of these magazines, you will also see that they say, "By Leon Dixon (or "por Leon Dixon in the Spanish-language version). Now, this article was cloned, imitated and repeated and parroted at least twice with bogus info and photos many years later by a Popular Mechanics that had oddly developed amnesia about the FIRST article. Duh-duh-duhhh. Collecting vintage balloon tire bicycles? Leon Dixon? Duhhh, uhhhhh, no. Never heard of 'em until now! In fact, all the way forward in July of 1989 (THAT'S 11 years later, people) Popular Mechanics suddenly had the crust to claim they had discovered a "new hobby" and never even mentioned us! Big companies and big magazines poo wherever they choose and the writer? The individual? They get poo'd ON by the gorilla in the room! That's the way it works. This PM farce was credited to other people who were not around when we wrote the very article that they were imitating. We wonder why. AND...a LOT of people actually believed this bogus clone PM article was the FIRST! If you happen to have both magazines, take a very close look at them BOTH. Look at the covers. Apparently, Popular Mechanics was so bankrupt for creativity they even cloned the cover of the original 1978 issue and used a graphic of an aircraft tilted at a 45-degree angle! How sad. And the hokum they published got re-cloned again! It snowballed. OTHER magazines also copied what we said, but again, made it look as though the ideas and info originated with THEM! Today, you CAN look at the historical record and know this is all bullcookies. We get accused of having a big ego, but all we have ever wanted was credit for what we have actually DONE... rather than seeing others TAKE that credit pretending somehow that THEY did all this... or that it all just fell out of the sky like some miracle. How did the Schwinn Phantom get famous again? WE CAN ASSURE YOU... WHEN THIS ARTICLE (AND OUR NEWSLETTER WHICH HIGHLIGHTED THE PHANTOM) FIRST APPEARED, THE PHANTOM WAS WELL FORGOTTEN BY NEARLY EVERYONE. BUT SUDDENLY EVERYONE HAD SCHWINN PHANTOM ON THE BRAIN. TWENTY (20) YEARS LATER WHEN THEY FINALLY REPOPPED THE THING AND WANTED "ADVICE," AND AFTER ALL OF THE FREE PROMOTION WE GAVE IT FOR TWO DECADES... DID THEY CALL US? WHAT DO YOU THINK?
This is the NOVEMBER, 1979 article in which Leon Dixon's coining of the term, "CLASSIC BICYCLE" and the copyrighted definition appeared in BICYCLE DEALER SHOWCASE magazine promoting classic balloon tire bicycles and collecting them. Where were our imitators and critics THEN??? Hmmm???
THE REAL BEGINNINGS IN SOUTHERN (AND NORTHERN) CALIFORNIA IN THE 1970s...
CALIFORNIA BALLOON BIKE & WHIZZER NEWS...
CLASSIC BICYCLE & WHIZZER NEWS...
AND... JUST A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE SCHWINN HEADQUARTERS AND MUSEUM IN CHICAGO IN THE 1970s–WITH PHOTOS...
Anyway, the people in the photo were just some of the attendees at the very first National Classic Bicycle Club of America (CBCA) meet...conceived and sponsored by Leon Dixon... and held in Chicago during 1981. For the very first time EVER, Leon Dixon held a NATIONAL swap meet for balloon tire bicycle collectors, held a tour of the Schwinn bicycle factory (yes and watched them actually MAKE bicycles)... and took the very first group of Classic Bicycle collectors through the Schwinn vintage bicycle collection in their "museum." The photo was taken at the loading docks of the old Excelsior building where the collection was housed at that time. Look closely at the overhead sign on the building and you'll note that is says "Schwinn Parts Division." How time passes. Many of these participants shown are already deceased.
That's Schwinn's Keith Kingbay third from the left in the back row. Keith was a great friend and great bicycle man. He was also the first curator of the Schwinn vintage bicycle collection and hosted our tour through that collection. Next to the right of the photo is Steve Uppman with the camera hanging around his neck. Counting two more over to the right is Gary Schwartz who back in those days had a fledgling business with partner John Bade called "Gee and Jay Bicycles." Later this became Hollywood Bicycles of Minnesota. Count ten more heads to the right and that's Denny Schwartz, Gary's brother. Drop down to the front row, lower right corner kneeling... that's Bruce "Doc" Natkin of Southern California. Doc was a great guy and great friend who loved old bicycles. Next left in the photo is Jim Lucas–a great friend and very knowledgeable collector of motorized bicycles. Then next to him is Harold Bruce of Ohio who was the reigning Colson expert of the hobby back then. He should have been. He (along with Jim Lucas) was from Elyria, Ohio where the bicycles were made. When THIS PHOTO was taken THESE people (along with perhaps ten to fifteen others who were not here) were the core, the nucleus. They were THE CLASSIC BICYCLE HOBBY. And virtually everyone in this photo met each other one way or another through Leon Dixon. PERIOD. Several of the people in this photo (including Mr. Kingbay and Jim Lucas) have passed on since then and we were lucky to know them.
Jump from 1981 to today and there are all kinds of bizarre stories being passed around. Wild stuff. And myths set in stone. One fellow who is considered a major expert with a big following and a broadcast show says that by the late 1980s when HE got into bicycles, Schwinn supposedly never saved an Aerocycle or other significant classic-era bicycles. He claims that Schwinn somehow needed HIM to help them find these bicycles (actually they already had them in the 1960s and 1970s and you'll soon see proof of this fact). The same expert also claims that one Jim Hurd was the "first curator of the Schwinn museum"... again not so (first curator was Frank Schwinn, followed by Keith Kingbay... followed by Carl Wiegand). And people call us crazy. What can be crazier than these ridiculous stories that people just plain make up and give to Wikipedia and TV and newspapers (who publish this silliness) and hobbiests as if–oh yes–THIS is real history? We don't write fairy tales here and pass them off as facts. And we are not guessing at what we say.
Of course, if you read the ORIGINAL and FIRST newsletter for the hobby, Classic Bicycle & Whizzer News back in 1981, you would already know better than to believe these things being claimed today. But since so much time has passed, it seems that this original newsletter that started things has conveniently been erased from the record, despite that its aim, subject matter and even title are still being imitated in 2011. We called it "CBWN" for short. You simply imitate, copy something that came before, but pretend you never knew about it, then repeat the same info to people today that was around 30 years ago–all while acting as if it came from you! Pretty good huh?
So... in this installment, we'll be taking you on both a tour of Schwinn in the late 1970s... and we'll show you that Aerocycle that Schwinn supposedly never had (actually they had two of them back then)and a lot of other amazing things. AND THEN we'll show you the newsletters that started this hobby and defined ALL of the major collector pieces that STILL until this day remain as we always predicted they would... over 30 years ago...
Someone recently wrote and asked the moronic question, "Why is it so important for you to get credit for the stuff you did?" WELL? WHY NOT? What kind of a jackwagon question is that? I didn't just jump into this thing recently. I don't run a DIY web site or a "forum" or a "BLOG." God bless them and the hobby probably needs these things, but in "forums" and BLOGS anybody can make up and say whatever they want and THAT becomes "history." Like the story that claims Indian bicycles were made in England in 1948 (actually they were made in Ohio in 1948 AND 1949...and we're NOT guessing at this). And just because you get 50 guys to agree that they made pink Schwinn Phantoms on Christmas day in 1922 STILL doesn't make it a FACT. I don't put out publications and "histories" with 30-40 guys all "contributing"(that usually means guessing) and claiming they "worked years coming up with all there is that exists" (which almost always is nowhere NEAR what NBHAA has)...and doing WAGs and then selling it to you with fine print saying things like "don't bet the farm on this!" I could use pen names like "TooLoose La TREK" or call myself "Vintar Peequar" or "Pozo Seeko"... but I don't. I tell you who I am and I stand by what I say as FACT–because it IS. Even if some of these folks can't stand to hear it. And this may be hard for SOME folks to comprehend. It may be even harder for others to accept... but it IS possible that one individual knows more than a bunch of guys guessing and swapping stories.
While it is true that SOME people think it is a kind of noble status symbol to do things totally anonymous...but so what? I'm NOT John Bearsford Tipton III. To ask why someone would want to be acknowledged for what one has actually done is just downright strange. And if you don't think so, what can we say? The Russians and Chinese thought like this for a lot of years where everything done is communal and no individual gets credit for what that individual has actually done. People, there is a term for this kind of anonymous production concept where the only names that get honored are those chosen by the powers that be: it's called COMMUNISM. Look where it got them?
KEEP WATCHING! Stay tuned and watch this space for MORE amazing stuff about the early days of the hobby and beginnings. TO BE CONTINUED…