A couple of years ago, shortly after moving to Seattle I was riding around Lake Washington, somewhat hungover and feeling like shit but determined to get in a solid 50 miles. It was around mile 20, noon-ish, I decided to stop at a Subway sandwich shop hoping it would make me feel better.
As I sat and ate, a guy in a white polo and jeans respectfully ends his chat on his cell phone saying something like "ok, I'm just going to eat and then I'll be right over", he orders his food and sits across the isle from me. I hardly pay attention until he asks me about my ride. He asks the typical questions you get when you're stopped and in your kit, "where you going, nice weather, interesting shoes" etc...
Then he mentions he has a bike.
I just wanted to eat, so I nod. He goes on to mention that he wants to sell his bike. He complains saying he bought it about a year or two ago but never rides it, he tried but its just too uncomfortable, so he sticks with motorcycles. I continue to nod and chew, I say its really easy to sell and Craigslist is free. He patronizes my suggestion but then says, "its just a pain in the butt to deal with randoms on the internet, scheduling time, and so on...".
Then he asks if I'd be interested in checking it out.
Alarm bells go off in my mind. "No, I just bought my bike, my wife would kill me." I respond, politely.
"Yeah, that sounds about right, but its a nice bike, I paid a lot for it when I bought it..."
I didn't even want to ask, I just assumed it was an entry level Trek or at worst a Wal-Mart bike (but if it was something nice to me, I might be tempted). So, I recommended craigslist or ebay again and emphasized that its pretty easy. He nods and gets what I'm trying to say, we finish our meals and wish each other a nice day.
As I'm rolling out of the parking lot, we meet one last time. He rolls down his SUV window and in a very non-assuming and civil way invites me to at least have a look at the bike, and that he's just a few blocks down and make a left. At this point, I cave. My rational mind giving in to the emotional. I was a bit curious and he was persistent. He invites me to follow and says he'll drive slow.
A few blocks down, I see him pull into a very long and well manicured driveway, I roll up and shake hands outside of his 3 car garage. He tells me to wait a second as he disappears through a doorway, next to the Ducati on rollers and a random arcade game cabinet.
At this point I'm standing in a complete strangers very clean garage in my cycling kit complete with no-grip road shoes. I felt like I could be in Patrick Batemans domain.
He reemerges with a Cervelo R3 on deflated 23c tires and explains, "I do pretty well for myself, I don't have any kids, I buy nice stuff. My girlfriend wanted to ride bikes so I went to the bike shop and asked for the nicest, lightest bike they had, but I rode it twice and it killed my ass and my back. So I never touched it again, and here it is. I don't know what to ask for it and I don't really want to take the time to schedule appointments with strangers coming to my house and deal with haggling."
It's very difficult to explain how surreal and suspicious the situation was at this moment. I tell him, I agree that its a great bike, but reiterate that I can't just buy a bike right now. I contemplate offering to help sell it but I keep my mouth shut and try to encourage him to try riding it some more and give it another chance.
Then he offers to give it to me. No strings attached. "You're obviously someone who loves bikes, year round, someone who knows a lot about them, so I feel like you'd get better use out of this, and you're already here. Take it."
At this point, I oblige. Still cautious, waiting for the catch, waiting for the box-cutter to my neck. Turns out the was no catch. I had no way to get two bikes home, but we realized my apartment was in the same direction he was headed for the afternoon and we loaded up his SUV. He dropped me off at my apartment 20 minutes later. Shook hands and parted ways. Never to meet again.
And thats how I got a free Cervelo with full Dura-Ace from a guy who went to a bike shop and asked for the best bike they sell - not the best bike for his needs.
And that is my segue introducing you to Taylor Sizemore.
You may have heard of him, or he might be one of the nicest and most genuine young craftsmen in the custom bike industry that you've never heard of. Working with steel in various little rented garages across King County as rent skyrocketted over the last 8 years. In 2014 he won the Oregon Manifest / Bike Design Project with The Denny a project he teamed collaborated with TEAGUE, an interactive design agency, to design and engineer together.
And then he sort of... "retired" from bikes, similar to Jerry Seinfeld or a Pro-Athlete at the top of his game.
That is to say, he decided he wanted to be known for more than building bikes. If he no longer labels himself as just a bike builder, he's free to do anything. A sign of wisdom, especially once you've had a glimpse behind the curtain in the bike industry theater.
Aside from the inexcusable help, shouts out, favors and general kindness of my friends and loving wife, Sizemore Bicycle was all me. I ran the shop, answered the phone, ordered materials, drew up my advertisements, ran a decent instagram, and took all the photos. But really it wouldn't be possible without everyone that helped me, and of course all my amazing clients.
These duties are selling points for a custom made bike. When you call or email the builder, they're usually the ones answering. Even if you just bullshit about everything besides your body geometry, that all becomes part of the recipe for your project. It's very difficult to get this service and human touch by walking into the average local bike shop chain and asking "give me whatever Lance would ride, I want the best" even with a $10,000 budget.
The bike industry is one that is run with passion and passionate people. Many niche industries are. Passion does not always promise success or comfort - for either the consumer or the seller. In America, we're placing a lot of value on metrics, automation, optimization, efficiency, minimalism, science, engineering and math. It's become a great place to work if you're a "nerd" and thanks to the "global economy" its a great place and time if you want high quality goods for very cheap - if you don't think about the sustainability and labor ethics.
The downside to great design and craftsmanship is that the artist becomes invisible. Craftsmanship, which can have a high perceived value, is a luxury and that's unfortunate. It's unbalanced and its unfair for the artists. No, the world is not a fair place. But when only the tech nerds draw big salaries, the designers suffer, the company suffers and so the consumer suffers.
Without thoughtful design, products are unapproachable, difficult to understand, and intimidating. They're void of personality and warmth or they're merely tools to get the job done. One of my favorite things about bikes and bike culture - even with racing - is that it values panache. I'll be the first to admit the main reason I shave my legs is that is adds definition to my muscles, but yes, it helps with road rash and yeah I guess its a little more aerodynamic.
This particular Sizemore was built for my friend Andrew, who is also a working artist. Like Taylor, he's hustlin' and theone answering the phone. Winning awards with his production studio Pigeon Road. I can't think of a better bike than a Sizemore for a client like Andrew, and I can't wait to see what Taylor accomplishes outside of the bike arena.