“Of all the ways of acquiring books, writing them oneself is regarded as the most praiseworthy method. Writers are really people who write books not because they are poor, but because they are dissatisfied with the books which they could buy but do not like. “
Replace “books” with “bicycle” and that is the reason for Gaulzetti Cicli. I needn’t elaborate here, but I do believe that industry (and the bicycle industry is no exception) not so much adapts to the reactions of its customers as it counterfeits them. In my experience, legitimate useful works, be they art, tools, goods, services or even literature are today without exception socially undesired. It may be sick and twisted but I have always fetishized useful things regardless of their value as commodity. I like Stanley 602 Planers, FNL guns, ADA wheels and Bridgeport Milling machines. I could give a shit if the thing was dolled up and cleaned up for retail sale- and more often than not the most adequate item doesn’t possess the compromises that industry demands of commodities which masquerade as tools or works of art or lunch or any other thing man uses to make his life.
I know bikes. I have spent my entire adult life save a brief spell that was engulfed with higher education and the requisite drugs, guts and pussy, firmly engulfed in them in one way or another. When I moved to Belgium, the bicycle was my way of dealing with my adolescence, forming an identity, learning a language or two and becoming a man. In my fanatical love of bicycles the feeling of physical homelessness played a part. A dead German once wrote when talking about America’s obsession with the automobile, “It was at the bottom of what the bourgeois were wont to call, mistakenly, the flight from oneself, from the inner void. Anyone who wants to move with the times is not allowed to be different. Psychological emptiness is itself only the result of the wrong kind of social absorption. The boredom that people are running away from merely mirrors the process of running away, that started long before.” That’s what the racing bike has always represented for me- and unlike the conclusions the dead Kraut came to, I think it’s a wonderful thing. Making my own bikes is to an extent me running away from my day job- which ironically is as it has been for the past 11 years, selling bicycles.
I am the industry. I am the guy who helps your kid out with their first two wheeler- who shows you how to fix your flat- who complains to the manufacturers about the disadvantages of paired spoke technology until they change it, the guy who places quarter million dollar pre-season orders and is in no small part responsible for the fact that you hate the 2011 colorways on brand X’s bikes. When I speak of industry counterfeiting the reactions of the customer, I am among the guilty, guiltier than most because I know it. I tell Trek to spec bikes with compact cranksets instead of doubles despite the fact that I know these things are next to useless for anything other than going up and down really steep mountains. I strongly argue and vote with my open to buy dollars for road bikes with taller head tubes despite my true thoughts. Still, the bike industry is building better bikes right now than anyone anywhere has ever done before. The need for a bicycle different or other than what the bike industry produces is virtually non-existent. So what the hell am I doing making bikes?
My bikes are different. They have nothing to do with market demands. They have nothing to do with the bike industry. In fact, they are the anti-thesis to it and my escape from it. I refuse to advertise other than by word of mouth. I do not even sell my own bikes despite the fact that I manage one of the largest and most competent bicycle retailers in the world. But my bikes are all about stepping outside the box and doing things my way. Each Gaulzetti is exactly the bike I would want when everything other than the rider and the road is stripped away.
It was an intense respect, awe and even childlike jealousy towards my friend Richard Sachs which helped spawn this. Here was a guy building the bikes he wanted to build, unhindered by fashion but infusing each bike he created with infinite style. The industry had abandoned the techniques and materials he employed, if it ever really had employed them. But oblivious to it all, he continued to build the best fucking race bikes he could in his own opinionated, isolated and perfectly independent way. He was making legitimate useful works and I wanted to do that too.
After many conversations, deliberations and even odd and uncharacteristic questioning of my own ability to design and produce competent bicycles- I went for it. I designed a tubeset, found some competent folks who could do the stuff I couldn’t and went about making bikes that I like. And by all accounts, the wheels are in the right place, the things don’t wiggle too much and the guys who own them seem to enjoy riding them for their intended purposes or otherwise. I hope I get to do this for a long time.
Thanks for reading.