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Jul 1, 201311:58 AMBlaska's Bring It!

with David Blaska

Milverstedt and the craft of freedom, guns, and motorcycles (Plus: Hell breaks out in Meadowood)

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Fred Milverstedt says we met back in 1978 when he was flacking for self-made (and later, unmade) millionaire David Carley, who was running in the Democratic primary for governor at the time. The political gig was a brief stop on the Milverstedt life tour — one of his many gigs, some of them actually successful.

FritzderKat is one of those legendary Madison figures. To achieve legendary status requires an absence from the main stage, and for the past dozen years Fred has resided in a suburb of Minneapolis. A woman, of course. But legend also requires accomplishment — accomplishment achieved in spectacular (or at least notorious) fashion. Think Jimmy Cagney going out in style atop the exploding fuel storage tank in White Heat yelling, “Top of the world.”

Our second in-person meet-up was Friday last at One Barrel Brewing at Madison’s Schenk’s Corners for the release of his book One More Ride. Subtitle: “Fred and the Craft of Motorcycle Meditations.”

“I wrote it a year ago, took until late summer to iron out editing, which btw is done by Marc Eisen, and since then it’s been knocked around between production and the publisher’s other projects,” Fred told me. “It came out of a ride I took to Boulder, a story I wrote and sent around to some friends. One of them was Marc, who turned it over to Kevin Reichard [of] August Publications, and he asked if I’d like to do a book.

“In a way it is the wit and wisdom of an old biker, which is one of the reasons it’s only 173 pages.”

The author asked if I remembered our initial encounter 35 years ago. I do not, but entire years have slipped down the memory hole, in my case. History shows that Carley lost to Marty Schreiber, who in turn succumbed to Republican Lee Sherman Dreyfus for the top prize.

Two years earlier, Fred had co-founded Isthmus, now observing its 37th year. Fred was the talent; Vince O’Hern, still at the helm as publisher, was the bean counter. Before that, Milverstedt wrote about sports for The Capital Times, but “sports” more in the sense of characters out of Guys and Dolls. “To the Death,” the Isthmus motto, is the essence of Milverstedt. Flick the red cape at the old Grim Reaper, then pirouette out of his way and laugh at surviving the near miss.

We have corresponded for the past couple years via the wonder of that newfangled invention called “electronic mail.” Somehow, Fred took a likin’ to my online ravings. The two of us share an aversion to large crowds and submersion into the anonymity of the masses.

In person, Milverstedt looks like a man of 71 years should: flat belly cloaked in a leather vest, white ’stache, and trimmed beard. Quick of step. Willie Nelson’s visual doppelganger, Hunter Thompson’s literary cousin.

Despite the résumé, Fred declaims ever having been a leftie. That alone qualifies Milverstedt as a countercultural figure. For here is today’s money shot: Countercultural in these times means conservative ... or, in Fred's case, more toward the libertarian "leave me (the Anglo-Saxon epithet) alone" side of things. Fred is off the central planner’s grid; the antipode of the collective, an unroped stray escaped from the herd. Milverstedt is a freelance freedom fighter battling the steady encroachment of Bloomberg’s nanny state.

From this remove, the man’s two major vices are power and speed. He expresses those vices through the language of two powerful machines: semi-automatic firearms and overpowered motorcycles. Who else would email JPEGs of his tight target grouping? Or extol the virtues of his AR-15?! That, my friends, is the difference between liberals and us conservatives and libertarians. We brag on our vices; the progs apologize for theirs, then legislate reparations.

The second and more powerful of his bikes is the Honda Valkyrie Interstate Tourer, which he has named “Brunhilde.” On that ride to Boulder, Fred writes of opening up the dangerously overpowered beast (bigger than a Harley full dresser) at times up to 115 mph on the up-and-down straightaways through the big-sky emptiness of western Nebraska, off the interstate and well off Smokey’s radar.

At Kearney ... I dropped down south 20 miles to U.S. 34, which runs east-west just above the Kansas border. Ah, how refreshing. Two lanes, old but well paved, this baby runs straight as an Arapaho arrow from Holdrege, Nebraska, to Fort Morgan, Colorado, some 300 miles up and down roller-coaster hills, surprisingly mindful of the southern sector of Wisconsin’s Driftless Area, and virtually, or practically so, without much human intervention.

... I tell you, there’s nothing quite like a 1520 cc, 94-hp, six-cylinder engine banging along for miles at a time at 4000 rpm and 80 miles per hour. Music to me ears, food for the soul of a biker, even though I was wearing my helmet, which muffled a tad the Cobra Six-Pack exhausts.

He’s got me looking at getting me a two-wheeler again! Published by August Publications, One More Ride is available in print and digitally through Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and Apple E-Books.


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Jul 1, 2013 01:00 pm
 Posted by  ssquared

Maybe Hizzoner is waiting for his armored personel carrier to have anti-gun slogans painted on it.

Jul 2, 2013 10:46 am
 Posted by  Anonymous

Maybe Hizzoner is waiting to see if any of the residents contributed to Tea Party groups before he acts.

Jul 2, 2013 12:01 pm
 Posted by  Anonymous

"120 mph on the up-and-down straightaways through the big-sky emptiness of western Nebraska" THERE's living large buddy.

Touring motorcycles and semi-auto rifles are not vices, they are the tools of a virtuous man. A man who is willing to live with whatever nature gives him, adapt to the circumstances and enforce his will on the world.

Cagers and the unarmed, now there are the people of vice. Always striving for a quieter more comfortable ride, hiding from the world insisting that others provide their shelter and protection listening to their XM radios and sipping their chia soy latte's.

Bloomberg? NYC deserves a "leader" who loves the city so much he leaves almost every weekend.

Jul 2, 2013 08:22 pm
 Posted by  David Blaska

This I got to see. Milverstedt is giving a reading at 6 p.m. Saturday (July 6) ... where? At the Outlaws' clubhouse? No, at A Room of One's Own, 315 W Gorham St. Madison. This, I got to see. Fred, read your paean to being well armed.

Jul 15, 2013 09:19 am
 Posted by  Anonymous

Having shared FritzDerKat's path in my 20's, when he wrote the sports columns in Madison and I attended graduate school there,I imagine the book to be as good a read as his early columns, taking the stories way beyond the supposed subject at hand. A life long friendship followed for the next -- hmmm - 40 years, staying in touch through all our life changes and travels with a few meetups in England and Cali. His writing, no doubt as seductive and smooth as ever, is something I look forward to enjoying shortly as soon as the book arrives.

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Raised on a farm near Sun Prairie, David Blaska is a recovering liberal who spent 18 years in daily newspapers, including 12 at The Capital Times in Madison as a reporter and editor. He served Gov. Tommy Thompson as acting press secretary in 1998 and is a veteran and survivor of 19 years in state government. He served 12 years on the Dane County Board of Supervisors. From December 2007 to November 2011 he wrote the consistently popular "Blaska's Blog" for Isthmus online's "The Daily Page" until, he says, the intolerant liberals ran him off. He blogs from Madison.

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